First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Bind 2John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... tear of ordinary school usage , whilst the type and excellent wood engravings speak with equal strength on behalf of the skill of the engraver and the printer . But our warmest praise is due to Dr. Geikie . He has produced a series ...
... tear of ordinary school usage , whilst the type and excellent wood engravings speak with equal strength on behalf of the skill of the engraver and the printer . But our warmest praise is due to Dr. Geikie . He has produced a series ...
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... tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on : ' Twas on a summer's evening , in his tent , That day he overcame the Nervii : —5 Look , in this place ran Cassius ...
... tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on : ' Twas on a summer's evening , in his tent , That day he overcame the Nervii : —5 Look , in this place ran Cassius ...
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... tear my miseries ; but thou hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . 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 ...
... tear my miseries ; but thou hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . 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 ...
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... tears began to flow ! The mighty master15 smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : 16 ' Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , 17 Soon he soothed his soul to ...
... tears began to flow ! The mighty master15 smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : 16 ' Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , 17 Soon he soothed his soul to ...
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... tear , He gained from Heaven ( ' twas all he wished ) a friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they , alike , in trembling hope repose ) The bosom of his Father and his ...
... tear , He gained from Heaven ( ' twas all he wished ) a friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they , alike , in trembling hope repose ) The bosom of his Father and his ...
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angel bare bodkin battle battle of Agincourt Ben Jonson beneath birds bliss born brave breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar clouds Cromwell dance dark dead dear death delight Died doth e'en earth Edward III England English eyes fabled fair fall fame farewell father fire flocks flowers fought gaze GEOFFREY CHAUCER glory grace green hath head heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry Henry of Navarre hill honour ivy green King land light lilies live London look Lord Love good-morrow Marmion mind moon morning ne'er Nervii never night noble o'er Paradise Lost play poems poet praise pride quarternion rich rise rose round shade shepherd shine sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars sweet tears thee thine thought Timotheus Tis green to-day Twas Verse village voice wave wind wings
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Side 111 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 182 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 91 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Side 181 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Side 198 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Side 36 - tis his will ; Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 34 - Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Side 122 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Side 80 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Side 156 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.