Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy 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 ...
... rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy 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 ...
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... rest ! Take my advice whatever may betide , For that which must be , first of all provide ; Then think of that which may be ; and indeed , When well prepar'd , who knows what may But you may be , as you are pleas'd to hope , Priest ...
... rest ! Take my advice whatever may betide , For that which must be , first of all provide ; Then think of that which may be ; and indeed , When well prepar'd , who knows what may But you may be , as you are pleas'd to hope , Priest ...
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... rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour'd , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay : Old times were ...
... rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour'd , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay : Old times were ...
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... rest his head ! " With fire and sword , the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died ! — But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say , it was a ...
... rest his head ! " With fire and sword , the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died ! — But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say , it was a ...
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... rest , Had once his integrity put to the test : - His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob , And ask'd him to go and assist in the job . go ; He was shock'd and annoy'd , and answer'd- " Oh no ! What rob our poor neighbour ! I pray ...
... rest , Had once his integrity put to the test : - His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob , And ask'd him to go and assist in the job . go ; He was shock'd and annoy'd , and answer'd- " Oh no ! What rob our poor neighbour ! I pray ...
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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...