Class-book of English Poetry, Zväzok 11866 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 29.
Strana 15
... breast , To kiss the poor , blind , helpless girl He says he loves the best . ' Tis then I ponder unknown things , — It may be , weep or sigh , — And think how glorious it must be To meet affection's eye . ANON . THE ARK AND THE DOVE ...
... breast , To kiss the poor , blind , helpless girl He says he loves the best . ' Tis then I ponder unknown things , — It may be , weep or sigh , — And think how glorious it must be To meet affection's eye . ANON . THE ARK AND THE DOVE ...
Strana 17
... breast of Ararat Reposed , and Noah with glad spirit reared An altar to his God . Since , many a time , When to her rest , ere evening's earliest star , That little one is laid , with earnest tone , And pure cheek pressed to mine , she ...
... breast of Ararat Reposed , and Noah with glad spirit reared An altar to his God . Since , many a time , When to her rest , ere evening's earliest star , That little one is laid , with earnest tone , And pure cheek pressed to mine , she ...
Strana 22
... there ; So , if she knows we want his aid , I think perhaps she'll send him here . " -- I clasped the prattlers to my breast , And cried , " Come both and live with me ; I'll clothe you , feed you , give you rest 22 ENGLISH POETRY .
... there ; So , if she knows we want his aid , I think perhaps she'll send him here . " -- I clasped the prattlers to my breast , And cried , " Come both and live with me ; I'll clothe you , feed you , give you rest 22 ENGLISH POETRY .
Strana 32
... ! SEWELL'S Homely Ballads . CONSCIENCE . My conscience is my crown ; Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself- My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the 32 ENGLISH POETRY . Conscience,
... ! SEWELL'S Homely Ballads . CONSCIENCE . My conscience is my crown ; Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself- My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the 32 ENGLISH POETRY . Conscience,
Strana 34
... breast And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure bright sphere , To warble it out in his Maker's ear . Ever , my child , be thy morn's first lays Tuned , like the lark's , to thy Maker's praise . What is that , mother ? The dove , my son ...
... breast And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure bright sphere , To warble it out in his Maker's ear . Ever , my child , be thy morn's first lays Tuned , like the lark's , to thy Maker's praise . What is that , mother ? The dove , my son ...
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angels ANON arms beam beautiful bend beneath BERNARD BARTON bird bless brave breast breath bright bright land brow cheer Cheviot's Chevy Chase child Christmas home cold cried dark dead dear dear Jessy dew-drops dying Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth ELIZA COOK Excelsior face fair Farewell father Father Winter flowers foam glory grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS homes of England land leaves light look Lord loved band MELROSE ABBEY morn mother never night nought o'er pale passed peace poor pray prayer rest river Dee Rob Roy round shroud sigh sing singing bee sleep smile song soon soul Speak gently spring STAFFA star storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou art Thou hast thought tree Twas Tyrol voice wave weary weep wild wind wing
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Strana 79 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Strana 84 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 83 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Strana 139 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 81 - 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...
Strana 80 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Strana 141 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Strana 173 - ... sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Strana 66 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Strana 83 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.