Words from the poets. Selected [by C.M. Vaughan] for the use of parochial schools and libraries1866 |
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... never shall be slaves . The nations not so blest as thee , Must in their turns to tyrants fall , Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free , The dread and envy of them all . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each ...
... never shall be slaves . The nations not so blest as thee , Must in their turns to tyrants fall , Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free , The dread and envy of them all . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each ...
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... ; Blest Isle , with matchless beauty crowned , And manly hearts to guard the fair Rule Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves . Thomson . THE DOG AND THE WATER LILY . The noon was 2 Words from the Poets .
... ; Blest Isle , with matchless beauty crowned , And manly hearts to guard the fair Rule Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves . Thomson . THE DOG AND THE WATER LILY . The noon was 2 Words from the Poets .
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... never heard before , Complaining in a speech well worded , And worthy thus to be recorded— 66 Ah , hapless wretch ! condemned to dwell For ever in my native shell ; Ordained to move when others please , Not for my own content or ease ...
... never heard before , Complaining in a speech well worded , And worthy thus to be recorded— 66 Ah , hapless wretch ! condemned to dwell For ever in my native shell ; Ordained to move when others please , Not for my own content or ease ...
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... Never hear the sweet music of speech , I start at the sound of my own . The beasts , that roam over the plain , My 12 Words from the Poets . Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary abode on a Desert Island.
... Never hear the sweet music of speech , I start at the sound of my own . The beasts , that roam over the plain , My 12 Words from the Poets . Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary abode on a Desert Island.
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... never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appeared . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends ...
... never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appeared . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends ...
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Стр. 254 - 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. 58 - 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. 97 - 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. 26 - 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. 77 - 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. 153 - 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. 212 - 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. 45 - 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. 90 - 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. 154 - 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,