The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... falls't . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , With the fixed stars , fixed in their orb that flies ; And ye five other wandering fires , that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of ...
... falls't . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , With the fixed stars , fixed in their orb that flies ; And ye five other wandering fires , that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of ...
Pàgina 14
... falling showers , Rising or falling still advance His praise . His praise , ye winds , that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and , wave your tops , ye pines ; With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ...
... falling showers , Rising or falling still advance His praise . His praise , ye winds , that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and , wave your tops , ye pines ; With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ...
Pàgina 15
... fall of stars , And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool , shining walks where the young people meet . Or at morn , when the magic of daylight awakes A new wonder ...
... fall of stars , And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool , shining walks where the young people meet . Or at morn , when the magic of daylight awakes A new wonder ...
Pàgina 27
... falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As , darkly painted on the ...
... falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As , darkly painted on the ...
Pàgina 28
... fall , there are crowns So let each cavalier who loves honour and me , Come follow the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses , and call up your men ; Come , open the west port ...
... fall , there are crowns So let each cavalier who loves honour and me , Come follow the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses , and call up your men ; Come , open the west port ...
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Absalom Avès battle beneath blow bonnet of bonny bonny Dundee brave breast breath bright busy bee Children dear cloud crown dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth eyes fair father Ferdinand Freiligrath gallant Garci Gaze Glend glorious gold golden grace grey hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill king kiss land laugh light living Lochiel Lochinvar look Lord lubber fiend Lucknow MERCHANT OF VENICE morn mother mountain Netherby never night noble o'er Odysseus Oliver Goldsmith Othello Peter Quince play praise pray proud Quin quoth ride Ring roar Robin Starveling rode round Samian wine SCENE shines silent sing Skiddaw smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stormy sweet tears tell thee thine Thou art thou busy thou hast thought twas voice waves wild winds young
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Pàgina 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Pàgina 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Pàgina 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Pàgina 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Pàgina 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Pàgina 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Pàgina 68 - 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 75 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Pàgina 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Pàgina 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...