Poetry for school and home, from the best authors, ed. by T. ShorterThomas Shorter 1861 |
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Strana 6
... leaves up - springing from the ground ; The tender things the winter killed renew again their birth , But the glory of our morning has passed away from earth . O , earth , in vain our aching eyes stretch over thy green plain ! Too harsh ...
... leaves up - springing from the ground ; The tender things the winter killed renew again their birth , But the glory of our morning has passed away from earth . O , earth , in vain our aching eyes stretch over thy green plain ! Too harsh ...
Strana 13
... leaves so green and fair , I give to thee . " And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ; But will you not bestow a single one Upon my tomb ? " Now , mother ! sing that tune You sang last night , I'm weary and ...
... leaves so green and fair , I give to thee . " And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ; But will you not bestow a single one Upon my tomb ? " Now , mother ! sing that tune You sang last night , I'm weary and ...
Strana 15
... leaves have come , And April's gentle rain- Fresh leaves are on the vine - but when Will Lucy come again ? The spring is as it used to be , And all must be the same ; And yet I miss the feeling now , That always with it came ; It seems ...
... leaves have come , And April's gentle rain- Fresh leaves are on the vine - but when Will Lucy come again ? The spring is as it used to be , And all must be the same ; And yet I miss the feeling now , That always with it came ; It seems ...
Strana 18
... leaves whirling by . I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little head - stone stood , How the flakes were folding it gently , As did robins the babes in the wood . Up spoke our own little Mabel , Saying , " Father , who makes it ...
... leaves whirling by . I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little head - stone stood , How the flakes were folding it gently , As did robins the babes in the wood . Up spoke our own little Mabel , Saying , " Father , who makes it ...
Strana 19
... leaf to leaf ; ' tis sweet to view on high The rainbow , based on ocean , span the sky . ' Tis sweet to hear the watch - dog's honest bark Bay deep - mouth'd welcome as we draw near home ; ' Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark ...
... leaf to leaf ; ' tis sweet to view on high The rainbow , based on ocean , span the sky . ' Tis sweet to hear the watch - dog's honest bark Bay deep - mouth'd welcome as we draw near home ; ' Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
angel BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms blow blue bowers breast breath breeze bright buds CASABIANCA child CINQUE PORTS cloud cottage cowslips cried CUCKOO dance dead dear death delight doth dream earth ECHOING GREEN ELIZA COOK eyes fair Father flowers gentle glad green guilders HAMELIN happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock JOHN GILPIN lamb land laugh LEGEND OF WARKWORTH light look Lucy MARY HOWITT merry moon morning mother nest never night NIGHT SONG o'er PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN pity pleasant poor pray prayer Queen round sail shining sing SIR JOHN MOORE sister sleep smile snow song sorrow Speak gently spring stars stept sweet tears thee There's thine thou tree trysting-tree Twas unto village waves wild wind wing young
Populárne pasáže
Strana 39 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Strana 111 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 167 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Strana 110 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Strana 10 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Strana 180 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Strana 91 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Strana 142 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Strana 73 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Strana 55 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.