Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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Pàgina iii
... thoughts clothed in the most attractive garb . It is with this design of presenting beauty , both moral and natural ... thought better to offer sentiments as they arise in a great variety of minds , and " mould themselves into gentle ...
... thoughts clothed in the most attractive garb . It is with this design of presenting beauty , both moral and natural ... thought better to offer sentiments as they arise in a great variety of minds , and " mould themselves into gentle ...
Pàgina 3
... thought her Whole time well bestowed in nursing of thee . FEIGNED COURAGE . — Miss Lamb . HORATIO , of ideal courage vain , Was flourishing in air his father's cane , And , as the fumes of valor swelled his pate , Now thought himself ...
... thought her Whole time well bestowed in nursing of thee . FEIGNED COURAGE . — Miss Lamb . HORATIO , of ideal courage vain , Was flourishing in air his father's cane , And , as the fumes of valor swelled his pate , Now thought himself ...
Pàgina 14
... no word . That selfsame night she dreamed A lovely dream of joy ; She thought she saw young Jesus There , playing with the boy . " And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast 14 A BALLAD . Flowers Burial of the Minnisink Heaven.
... no word . That selfsame night she dreamed A lovely dream of joy ; She thought she saw young Jesus There , playing with the boy . " And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast 14 A BALLAD . Flowers Burial of the Minnisink Heaven.
Pàgina 17
... thought . I , with an old man's courtesy , addressed The child , and called her , pretty , dark - eyed maid , And bid her turn those pretty eyes and see The wide - extended prospect . " Sir , " she said , - " I cannot see the prospect ...
... thought . I , with an old man's courtesy , addressed The child , and called her , pretty , dark - eyed maid , And bid her turn those pretty eyes and see The wide - extended prospect . " Sir , " she said , - " I cannot see the prospect ...
Pàgina 24
... thoughts sweet and kind . But all that while the brownies Within the fir - wood still , They watched her how she picked the wood , And strove to do no ill . " And , O , but she is small and neat , " Said one ; " ' t were shame to spite ...
... thoughts sweet and kind . But all that while the brownies Within the fir - wood still , They watched her how she picked the wood , And strove to do no ill . " And , O , but she is small and neat , " Said one ; " ' t were shame to spite ...
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Poetry for Home and School: Selected by the Author of the Theory of Teaching ... Anna C. Lowell Previsualització no disponible - 2015 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Pàgina 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Pàgina 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pàgina 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Pàgina 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Pàgina 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Pàgina 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Pàgina 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pàgina 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Pàgina 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.