The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 sider |
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Side 11
... hath been in vain To the halls where my love lay dying ! " THE FAITHFUL BIRD .- ( William Cowper . ) The greenhouse is my summer seat ; My shrubs displaced from that retreat Enjoyed the open air ; Two goldfinches , whose sprightly song ...
... hath been in vain To the halls where my love lay dying ! " THE FAITHFUL BIRD .- ( William Cowper . ) The greenhouse is my summer seat ; My shrubs displaced from that retreat Enjoyed the open air ; Two goldfinches , whose sprightly song ...
Side 14
... Hath gathered aught of evil , or concealed , Disperse it , as now light dispels the dark . THE VALE OF CASHMERE .— ( Moore . ) Who has not heard of the vale of Cashmere , With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , Its temples ...
... Hath gathered aught of evil , or concealed , Disperse it , as now light dispels the dark . THE VALE OF CASHMERE .— ( Moore . ) Who has not heard of the vale of Cashmere , With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave , Its temples ...
Side 28
... Hath swallowed up thy form . Yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the long way that I must ...
... Hath swallowed up thy form . Yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the long way that I must ...
Side 52
... Hath this fellow no feeling of his business that he sings at grave - making ? Hor . Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness . Ham . ' Tis e'en so : the hand of little employ- ment hath the daintier sense . I Clo . [ Sings ...
... Hath this fellow no feeling of his business that he sings at grave - making ? Hor . Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness . Ham . ' Tis e'en so : the hand of little employ- ment hath the daintier sense . I Clo . [ Sings ...
Side 55
... hath lain you i ' the earth three and twenty years . Ham . Whose was it ? I Clo . A mad fellow's it was : whose do you think it was ? Ham . Nay , I know not . I Clo . A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ? ' a poured a flagon of Rhenish ...
... hath lain you i ' the earth three and twenty years . Ham . Whose was it ? I Clo . A mad fellow's it was : whose do you think it was ? Ham . Nay , I know not . I Clo . A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ? ' a poured a flagon of Rhenish ...
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Absalom Avès battle beneath blow bonnet of bonny bonny Dundee brave breast breath bright busy bee Children dear cloud crown dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth eyes fair father Ferdinand Freiligrath gallant Garci Gaze Glend glorious gold golden grace grey hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill king kiss land laugh light living Lochiel Lochinvar look Lord lubber fiend Lucknow MERCHANT OF VENICE morn mother mountain Netherby never night noble o'er Odysseus Oliver Goldsmith Othello Peter Quince play praise pray proud Quin quoth ride Ring roar Robin Starveling rode round Samian wine SCENE shines silent sing Skiddaw smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stormy sweet tears tell thee thine Thou art thou busy thou hast thought twas voice waves wild winds young
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Side 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Side 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Side 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Side 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Side 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 68 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Side 75 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Side 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...