Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON Ancient Mariner Battle of Blenheim beauty bell breath bright Chevy Chase child clouds Coleridge common cried dark dead dear death deep Dora doth dream Earl Douglas earth English exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS French Gilpin Hart-Leap hath heard heart heaven hill holy horse Hyperion Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Gilpin Julius Cæsar Keats King Arthur land language legends light living look Lord meaning MILTON moon never night Notice o'er pale Paradise Lost PATERNOSTER SQUARE Percy poem poet poetry pupils Queene quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY Rosabelle round sails Saturn SHAKSPERE ship sing Sir Bedivere Sir John Moore song soul sound SPENSER spirit stars steed stone stood swan's nest sweet tell TENNYSON thee things thou thought Twas verse voice waves wild wind wonderful wood words Wordsworth
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Стр. 33 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse. The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Стр. 31 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Стр. 31 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 9 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Стр. 12 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Стр. 13 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 32 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 60 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Стр. 30 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...