Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... wing , That spake aloud , " A human child Is here ; yet mark this thing , - " The lady - fern is all unbroke , The strawberry - flower unta'en ! What shall be done for her who still From mischief can refrain ? " > " Give her a fairy ...
... wing , That spake aloud , " A human child Is here ; yet mark this thing , - " The lady - fern is all unbroke , The strawberry - flower unta'en ! What shall be done for her who still From mischief can refrain ? " > " Give her a fairy ...
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... wings , Wide o'er the wondrous sky . I long to see those icebergs vast , With heads all crowned with snow ; Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep , Two hundred fathoms low . I long to hear the thundering crash Of their terrific fall ...
... wings , Wide o'er the wondrous sky . I long to see those icebergs vast , With heads all crowned with snow ; Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep , Two hundred fathoms low . I long to hear the thundering crash Of their terrific fall ...
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... wings , With a rushing , whistling din ; Up shall the auk and fulmar start , All but the fat penguin . And there , in the wastes of the silent sky , With the silent earth below , We shall see far off to his lonely rock The lonely eagle ...
... wings , With a rushing , whistling din ; Up shall the auk and fulmar start , All but the fat penguin . And there , in the wastes of the silent sky , With the silent earth below , We shall see far off to his lonely rock The lonely eagle ...
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... wings Make music all day long , And the cricket at night ( A dusky sprite ! ) Takes up the song . He loved to lie where his wakeful eye Could keep me still in sight , Whence a word or a sign , Or a look of mine , Brought him like light ...
... wings Make music all day long , And the cricket at night ( A dusky sprite ! ) Takes up the song . He loved to lie where his wakeful eye Could keep me still in sight , Whence a word or a sign , Or a look of mine , Brought him like light ...
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... wings Will flag with the close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ...
... wings Will flag with the close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ...
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AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brother brow canst cheer child Crocodile dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king Lady Moon lady-bird land Leigh Hunt light live lonely look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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Стр. 322 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Стр. 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Стр. 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Стр. 135 - 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. 320 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Стр. 357 - 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. 410 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Стр. 365 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
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. 113 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.