Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... Hour - glass Hymn to Diana The Men of Old • The Worth of Hours Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel The Violet - girl From Eleonora The Deserted House J. R. Lowell . Wordsworth . Milnes . · • 210 211 · 213 Milnes . . • · 213 Milton . 215 ...
... Hour - glass Hymn to Diana The Men of Old • The Worth of Hours Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel The Violet - girl From Eleonora The Deserted House J. R. Lowell . Wordsworth . Milnes . · • 210 211 · 213 Milnes . . • · 213 Milton . 215 ...
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... hours I mourn , Never , never to return ! Then to toss the circling ball , Caught rebounding from the wall ; Then the mimic ship to guide Down the kennel's dirty tide ; Then the hoop's revolving pace Through the dirty street to chase ...
... hours I mourn , Never , never to return ! Then to toss the circling ball , Caught rebounding from the wall ; Then the mimic ship to guide Down the kennel's dirty tide ; Then the hoop's revolving pace Through the dirty street to chase ...
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Be wakeful , be vigilant , — Danger may be At an hour when all seemeth Securest to thee . How ! gains the leak so fast ? Clear out the hold , - Hoist up thy merchandise , Heave out thy gold ; There , let the ingots go ; Now the ship ...
Be wakeful , be vigilant , — Danger may be At an hour when all seemeth Securest to thee . How ! gains the leak so fast ? Clear out the hold , - Hoist up thy merchandise , Heave out thy gold ; There , let the ingots go ; Now the ship ...
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... hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor does thy luxury destroy ; The shepherd gladly heareth thee , More harmonious than he ...
... hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor does thy luxury destroy ; The shepherd gladly heareth thee , More harmonious than he ...
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I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . MY DOVES.- Miss Barrett . My little doves have left a nest Upon an Indian tree , Whose leaves ...
I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . MY DOVES.- Miss Barrett . My little doves have left a nest Upon an Indian tree , Whose leaves ...
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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.