Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... Mountains 92. All's for the best 93. Music • 94. My Library • 95. Trust in God's Providence 96. The Trumpet . · 97. The Dog and the Water - lilies 98. Morning · 99. The Death - bed 100. The Seasons . 101. The Death of De Boune at Ban ...
... Mountains 92. All's for the best 93. Music • 94. My Library • 95. Trust in God's Providence 96. The Trumpet . · 97. The Dog and the Water - lilies 98. Morning · 99. The Death - bed 100. The Seasons . 101. The Death of De Boune at Ban ...
Strana 22
... mountain mine Requireth none to grow ; Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews 22 POETRY FOR REPETITION . 22 The Use of Flowers The Child's Wish in June.
... mountain mine Requireth none to grow ; Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews 22 POETRY FOR REPETITION . 22 The Use of Flowers The Child's Wish in June.
Strana 23
... mountains high , And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to all , To beautify the earth ; To comfort man , to whisper hope Whene'er ...
... mountains high , And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to all , To beautify the earth ; To comfort man , to whisper hope Whene'er ...
Strana 24
... mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly I swore , From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand ...
... mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly I swore , From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand ...
Strana 38
... mountain pant , To fertile vales and dewy meads , My weary , wandering steps He leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscapes flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread ...
... mountain pant , To fertile vales and dewy meads , My weary , wandering steps He leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscapes flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Strana 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strana 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Strana 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Strana 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Strana 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strana 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Strana 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Strana 35 - 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...