Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... Sailor 77. There's a Garden of Roses 78. Noontide · 79. The Death of Marmion 80. A Father reading the Bible Campbell T. Moore Wordsworth Sir W. Scott Mrs. Hemans Page · 81. The Holly Tree 82. The Village Blacksmith CONTENTS . ix.
... Sailor 77. There's a Garden of Roses 78. Noontide · 79. The Death of Marmion 80. A Father reading the Bible Campbell T. Moore Wordsworth Sir W. Scott Mrs. Hemans Page · 81. The Holly Tree 82. The Village Blacksmith CONTENTS . ix.
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... Death - bed 100. The Seasons . 101. The Death of De Boune at Ban- nockbourne 102. Oh ! weep for those Bishop Heber Tupper T. Moore • Southey Longfellow 127 128 • Keble 130 • Lord Byron 132 J. Montgomery 134 • Cowper 135 Lord Macaulay ...
... Death - bed 100. The Seasons . 101. The Death of De Boune at Ban- nockbourne 102. Oh ! weep for those Bishop Heber Tupper T. Moore • Southey Longfellow 127 128 • Keble 130 • Lord Byron 132 J. Montgomery 134 • Cowper 135 Lord Macaulay ...
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... Death's Seasons · 115. Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to T. Cromwell 116. The Beauties of Creation 117. The Death of the Flowers 118. Love of our Country • · 119. On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture 120. Mercy . 121. A Psalm of Life 122 ...
... Death's Seasons · 115. Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to T. Cromwell 116. The Beauties of Creation 117. The Death of the Flowers 118. Love of our Country • · 119. On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture 120. Mercy . 121. A Psalm of Life 122 ...
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... Death of Henry Kirke White · 150. Morning Hymn of Adam and Eve in Paradise 151. New Year's Eve 152. The East Sir W. Scott . Longfellow Milton Tennyson Lord Byron T. Moore Rogers · 213 · 214 • Milton 216 • • · Bishop Heber . Mrs. Hemans ...
... Death of Henry Kirke White · 150. Morning Hymn of Adam and Eve in Paradise 151. New Year's Eve 152. The East Sir W. Scott . Longfellow Milton Tennyson Lord Byron T. Moore Rogers · 213 · 214 • Milton 216 • • · Bishop Heber . Mrs. Hemans ...
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... Death of Samson • • Sir W. Scott . Shakespeare T. Moore 189. The Weakest Thing . 190. The Waterfall 191. Faith and Reason 192. Lullaby of an Indian Chief 193. The Ocean Mrs. Browning 274 Thomson . Crabbe • 275 • • 276 276 Lord Byron ...
... Death of Samson • • Sir W. Scott . Shakespeare T. Moore 189. The Weakest Thing . 190. The Waterfall 191. Faith and Reason 192. Lullaby of an Indian Chief 193. The Ocean Mrs. Browning 274 Thomson . Crabbe • 275 • • 276 276 Lord Byron ...
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Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
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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...