Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to the Present Time, Under Separate Divisions, with Introductions Explaining the Different Species of PoetryCommissioners of National Education in Ireland, 1851 |
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... Bright - scaled fishes in her entrails glide , And high - built ships upon her bosom ride ; About whose sides the crooked dolphin plays , And monstrous whales huge spouts of water raise . All on the land , or in the ocean bred , On thee ...
... Bright - scaled fishes in her entrails glide , And high - built ships upon her bosom ride ; About whose sides the crooked dolphin plays , And monstrous whales huge spouts of water raise . All on the land , or in the ocean bred , On thee ...
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... Bright dawn of our eternal day ! We saw thine eyes break from the east , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee , and we bless'd the sight , We saw thee by thine own sweet light . She sings thy tears asleep , and dips Her ...
... Bright dawn of our eternal day ! We saw thine eyes break from the east , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee , and we bless'd the sight , We saw thee by thine own sweet light . She sings thy tears asleep , and dips Her ...
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... bright circlet , praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st ...
... bright circlet , praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st ...
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... thick thrown off ; the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses smiled . MORNING HYMN . 333 MORNING HYMN . FOUNTAIN of light 32 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS . Worship of the Angels,
... thick thrown off ; the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses smiled . MORNING HYMN . 333 MORNING HYMN . FOUNTAIN of light 32 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS . Worship of the Angels,
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... bright , Like golden lamps in a green night , And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound his name . " Oh ! let our voice his praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault , Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond ...
... bright , Like golden lamps in a green night , And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound his name . " Oh ! let our voice his praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault , Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN POETRY beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom BORN bowers breast breath bright calm charms clouds dark death deep delight Descriptive Poetry DIED doth earth English Poetry eternal fair flowers gaze GILES FLETCHER gloom glorious glory glow grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope hour HYMN JAMES THOMSON labour LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light live look Lord MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur nature nature's night numbers o'er pastoral pastoral poetry peace pleasure poetry poets praise prayer rest rill rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thought toil trees trembling vale voice wave weary wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
Populære passager
Side 59 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come...
Side 204 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Side 203 - To die, to sleep ; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Side 429 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Side 204 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Side 325 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 144 - We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Side 375 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Side 11 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 355 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.