Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB . THE Assyrian came down POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Queen of the.
... in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB . THE Assyrian came down POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Queen of the.
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... give young folks a sober turn of mind , He fell into discourse with him : and thus The dialogue they held comes down to us : intend ? St. Tell me what brings you , gentle youth , to Rome ? Y. To make myself a scholar , sir , I come . St ...
... give young folks a sober turn of mind , He fell into discourse with him : and thus The dialogue they held comes down to us : intend ? St. Tell me what brings you , gentle youth , to Rome ? Y. To make myself a scholar , sir , I come . St ...
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... give you a share , If not , you shall have neither apple nor pear . ' 19 They spoke , and Tom ponder'd- " I see they will go ; Poor man ! what a pity to injure him so ! Poor man ! I would save him his fruit if I could , But staying ...
... give you a share , If not , you shall have neither apple nor pear . ' 19 They spoke , and Tom ponder'd- " I see they will go ; Poor man ! what a pity to injure him so ! Poor man ! I would save him his fruit if I could , But staying ...
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... mountain mine Requireth none to grow ; Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews 22 22 POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Use of Flowers Merrick The Child's Wish in June.
... mountain mine Requireth none to grow ; Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews 22 22 POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Use of Flowers Merrick The Child's Wish in June.
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Henry Twells. The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore were they made , All dyed with rainbow light , All fashion ...
Henry Twells. The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drunk them all . Then wherefore , wherefore were they made , All dyed with rainbow light , All fashion ...
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beauty beneath bird bless blood blow breast breath bright cheerful child comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers give gone grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honourable hope hour king knew laid land leaves light live look Lord meet mind morn mother never night o'er once peace plain poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round shade shine sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou Thou art thought Till tree Twas village voice waters waves weep wild winds young 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...