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... there is a country 61 Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note . 65 Now the growing year is over . 245 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Oft in the stilly night O , call my brother back to me . O it is a weary life . O leave this barren ...
... there is a country 61 Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note . 65 Now the growing year is over . 245 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Oft in the stilly night O , call my brother back to me . O it is a weary life . O leave this barren ...
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... There dwelt a miller hale and bold There is in souls a sympathy with sounds There is no flock , however watched and tended . There is a Reaper , whose name is Death The twilight is sad and cloudy . The wintry west extends his blast They ...
... There dwelt a miller hale and bold There is in souls a sympathy with sounds There is no flock , however watched and tended . There is a Reaper , whose name is Death The twilight is sad and cloudy . The wintry west extends his blast They ...
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... There's nae Luck about the House Robin Redbreast I remember PAGE 258 259 260 262 264 The May Queen 265 New Year's Eve 269 Conclusion to the May Queen and New Year's Eve 274 Song 279 The Deserted House 280 Death of the Old Year 281 Dora ...
... There's nae Luck about the House Robin Redbreast I remember PAGE 258 259 260 262 264 The May Queen 265 New Year's Eve 269 Conclusion to the May Queen and New Year's Eve 274 Song 279 The Deserted House 280 Death of the Old Year 281 Dora ...
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... , disgusted , mortified , And with asperity replied.- ( When cry the botanists , and stare , Did plants called sensitive grow there ? No matter when a poet's muse is , — To The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant.
... , disgusted , mortified , And with asperity replied.- ( When cry the botanists , and stare , Did plants called sensitive grow there ? No matter when a poet's muse is , — To The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant.
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... there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea , I am lord of the fowl and the brute . Oh , Solitude ! where are the charms , That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms , Than reign in this ...
... there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea , I am lord of the fowl and the brute . Oh , Solitude ! where are the charms , That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms , Than reign in this ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beneath Betty Betty Foy birds blessed bliss bowers breast breath bright child clouds dark daylight dies dead dear Dismal Swamp door Dora doth dream dreary earth Erin go bragh eyes fair Farewell father flowers glad glowing gone grave green grew grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Idiot Boy Johnny leaves life's light live lonely Longfellow looked Mary mind moon morning mother never night numbers o'er ocean pain pass poor porringer Queen Reginald Heber rest river Dee Robin round Rule Britannia shade shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smiles snow song sorrow soul sound Susan sweet tears tell tempest Tennyson thee There's thine things thou thought toil trees Twas voice walked wandering wave weary weep wild wind words Wordsworth
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Стр. 252 - 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...
Стр. 56 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Стр. 95 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 24 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Стр. 75 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
Стр. 151 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Стр. 210 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Стр. 43 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 88 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 152 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,