Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 sider |
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Side 102
... lonely banks of Ayr . The autumn mourns her ripening corn By early winter's ravage torn : Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; THE BANKS OF AYR . Chill runs my blood to 102 THE BANKS OF AYR . The Banks of ...
... lonely banks of Ayr . The autumn mourns her ripening corn By early winter's ravage torn : Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; THE BANKS OF AYR . Chill runs my blood to 102 THE BANKS OF AYR . The Banks of ...
Side 105
... lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood , And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood . LOCHIEL . False wizard , avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan ; Their swords are a thousand , their bosoms are one ...
... lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood , And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood . LOCHIEL . False wizard , avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan ; Their swords are a thousand , their bosoms are one ...
Side 110
... lonely woods ; Some bathe their silver plumage in the floods ; Some fly to man , his household gods implore , And gather round his hospitable door ; Wait the known call , and find protection there From all the lesser tyrants of the air ...
... lonely woods ; Some bathe their silver plumage in the floods ; Some fly to man , his household gods implore , And gather round his hospitable door ; Wait the known call , and find protection there From all the lesser tyrants of the air ...
Side 122
... lonely steep Thou risest , like a vision , in the deep ! The temple of the brave , the good , the free , Built by some spirit in the circling sea ! Still hast thou floated , like a thing of light , Through all the darkness of the moral ...
... lonely steep Thou risest , like a vision , in the deep ! The temple of the brave , the good , the free , Built by some spirit in the circling sea ! Still hast thou floated , like a thing of light , Through all the darkness of the moral ...
Side 160
... rite To mingle in the house of prayer ? No - all is mute and lonely there , No votary breathes the vow divine , And where the torch is wont to glare , Nought but the silver moonbeams shine . PAUL AND SILAS . 161 Go , wend thy way , 160.
... rite To mingle in the house of prayer ? No - all is mute and lonely there , No votary breathes the vow divine , And where the torch is wont to glare , Nought but the silver moonbeams shine . PAUL AND SILAS . 161 Go , wend thy way , 160.
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aweary banners battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath billows birds blast blow bower breast breath bright brow busy bee clouds dark dead death deep dost doth dreadful earth eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair Father fear flowers forest gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hast hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour LAKE REGILLUS land leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains Nature's night nursling o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade sight sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou busy tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave wild winds wings wood youth
Populære passager
Side 20 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 11 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Side 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 15 - 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 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Side 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Side 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...