The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... fires , that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness called up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of Nature's womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform ; and mix ...
... fires , that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness called up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of Nature's womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform ; and mix ...
Pàgina 66
... fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing mother then , And new - born infant died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight After the ...
... fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing mother then , And new - born infant died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight After the ...
Pàgina 71
... fire - tuft hath begun Its beauteous nest to make . Oh , then , while hums the earliest bee , Where verdure fires the plain , Walk thou with me , and stoop to see The glories of the lane ! For , oh , I love these banks of rock , This ...
... fire - tuft hath begun Its beauteous nest to make . Oh , then , while hums the earliest bee , Where verdure fires the plain , Walk thou with me , and stoop to see The glories of the lane ! For , oh , I love these banks of rock , This ...
Pàgina 74
... fire and talked the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their ...
... fire and talked the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their ...
Pàgina 80
... fire , all night at the gate ; A steed comes at morning : no rider is there , But its bridle is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ; For a merciless ...
... fire , all night at the gate ; A steed comes at morning : no rider is there , But its bridle is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ; For a merciless ...
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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...