Words from the poets. Selected [by C.M. Vaughan] for the use of parochial schools and libraries1866 |
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... feeling none , Than with a tenderness like mine , And sensibilities so fine ! I envy that unfeeling shrub , Fast rooted against every rub . " The plant he meant grew not far off , And felt the sneer with scorn enough ; Was hurt ...
... feeling none , Than with a tenderness like mine , And sensibilities so fine ! I envy that unfeeling shrub , Fast rooted against every rub . " The plant he meant grew not far off , And felt the sneer with scorn enough ; Was hurt ...
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... feel as well as he ; And when I bend , retire , and shrink , Says ' Well , ' tis more than one would think ! ' Thus life is spent ( oh fie upon't ! ) In being touched , and crying - Don't ! " A poet , in his evening walk , O'erheard and ...
... feel as well as he ; And when I bend , retire , and shrink , Says ' Well , ' tis more than one would think ! ' Thus life is spent ( oh fie upon't ! ) In being touched , and crying - Don't ! " A poet , in his evening walk , O'erheard and ...
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... feel at all - not you . The noblest minds their virtue prove By pity , sympathy , and love : These , these are feelings truly fine , And prove their owner half divine . " His censure reached them as he dealt it , And each , by shrinking ...
... feel at all - not you . The noblest minds their virtue prove By pity , sympathy , and love : These , these are feelings truly fine , And prove their owner half divine . " His censure reached them as he dealt it , And each , by shrinking ...
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... path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , Moved many a sigh at its disheartening length . Yet feeling present evils , while the past Faintly impress the mind , or not at all , The Winter Walk at Noon . 23 The Winter Walk at Noon.
... path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , Moved many a sigh at its disheartening length . Yet feeling present evils , while the past Faintly impress the mind , or not at all , The Winter Walk at Noon . 23 The Winter Walk at Noon.
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... feel a parent's presence no restraint . not to understand a treasure's worth has stolen away the slighted good , Is cause of half the poverty we feel , And 24 Words from the Poets .
... feel a parent's presence no restraint . not to understand a treasure's worth has stolen away the slighted good , Is cause of half the poverty we feel , And 24 Words from the Poets .
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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,