Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... cries , And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And what they kill'd each other for ? " " It was the English , " Kaspar cried , " Who put the French to rout : But what they kill'd ...
... cries , And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And what they kill'd each other for ? " " It was the English , " Kaspar cried , " Who put the French to rout : But what they kill'd ...
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... cries one , " Sure never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoin'd ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue— Who ...
... cries one , " Sure never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoin'd ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue— Who ...
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... cries the other in a fury ; " Why , sir - d'ye think I've lost my eyes ? " " " Twere no great loss , " the friend replies . " For , if they always serve you thus , You'll find ' em but of little use ! " So high at last the contest rose ...
... cries the other in a fury ; " Why , sir - d'ye think I've lost my eyes ? " " " Twere no great loss , " the friend replies . " For , if they always serve you thus , You'll find ' em but of little use ! " So high at last the contest rose ...
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... cried , 66 ( Then first the creature found a tongue , ) " You all are right , and all are wrong ! When next you speak of what you view , Think others see , as well as you : Nor wonder if you find that none your eye - sight to their own ...
... cried , 66 ( Then first the creature found a tongue , ) " You all are right , and all are wrong ! When next you speak of what you view , Think others see , as well as you : Nor wonder if you find that none your eye - sight to their own ...
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... cried , " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " In the days of my youth , " Father POETRY FOR REPETITION . 27 Father William.
... cried , " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " In the days of my youth , " Father POETRY FOR REPETITION . 27 Father William.
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Стр. 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Стр. 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Стр. 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Стр. 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Стр. 240 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Стр. 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 35 - I REMEMBER, 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 ! I remember, I remember...