Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... thing . They are short , and selected from the whole range of English and American standard au- thors ; it being thought better to offer sentiments as they arise in a great variety of minds , and " mould themselves into gentle verse ...
... thing . They are short , and selected from the whole range of English and American standard au- thors ; it being thought better to offer sentiments as they arise in a great variety of minds , and " mould themselves into gentle verse ...
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... Thing is Hurt of itself , Tha King of the Crocodiles , Burial of Sir John Moore , The Traveller's Return , Adoration of the Deity in the Midst of his Works , Charade , • Winter , Launching into Eternity , • On a Leaf from the Tomb of ...
... Thing is Hurt of itself , Tha King of the Crocodiles , Burial of Sir John Moore , The Traveller's Return , Adoration of the Deity in the Midst of his Works , Charade , • Winter , Launching into Eternity , • On a Leaf from the Tomb of ...
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... thing called light , Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of thy sight ? O , tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day ...
... thing called light , Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of thy sight ? O , tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day ...
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... things upon the earth We are to one another . A fine , stout boy I knew him once , With active form and limb ; Whene'er he leaped , or jumped , or ran , O , I was proud of him ! He leaped too far , he got a hurt , He now does limping go ...
... things upon the earth We are to one another . A fine , stout boy I knew him once , With active form and limb ; Whene'er he leaped , or jumped , or ran , O , I was proud of him ! He leaped too far , he got a hurt , He now does limping go ...
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... things . We elder children , then , will smile At our dear little John a while , And bear with him , until he see There is a sweet felicity In pleasing more than only one , Dear little , craving , selfish John . He laughs , and thinks ...
... things . We elder children , then , will smile At our dear little John a while , And bear with him , until he see There is a sweet felicity In pleasing more than only one , Dear little , craving , selfish John . He laughs , and thinks ...
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Стр. 318 - 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. 385 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Стр. 369 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 180 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Стр. 352 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Стр. 172 - 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. 396 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Стр. 274 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Стр. 107 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Стр. 393 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, : And a star or two beside— Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.