Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... beneath the tree , For weary , faint , and sad was he ; And , ah ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . CHORUS . The white man shall our pity share ; Alas ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or ...
... beneath the tree , For weary , faint , and sad was he ; And , ah ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . CHORUS . The white man shall our pity share ; Alas ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or ...
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... beneath the shade , And instanced it in this : " Behold , " quoth he , " that mighty thing , A pumpkin large and round , Is held but by a little string , Which upward cannot make it spring , Nor bear it from the ground , " While on this ...
... beneath the shade , And instanced it in this : " Behold , " quoth he , " that mighty thing , A pumpkin large and round , Is held but by a little string , Which upward cannot make it spring , Nor bear it from the ground , " While on this ...
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... Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about my little maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied ...
... Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about my little maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied ...
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... beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . 66 May our prophet ...
... beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . 66 May our prophet ...
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... war with thousands wage ! Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . NOSE AND EYES . Cowper . - BETWEEN Nose and GENTLE RIVER . 67.
... war with thousands wage ! Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . NOSE AND EYES . Cowper . - BETWEEN Nose and GENTLE RIVER . 67.
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Стр. 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Стр. 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Стр. 128 - 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. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Стр. 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Стр. 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Стр. 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. 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.