Words from the poets. Selected [by C.M. Vaughan] for the use of parochial schools and libraries1866 |
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... rise above the common level of persons so educated . If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care , the object of the compiler will have ...
... rise above the common level of persons so educated . If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care , the object of the compiler will have ...
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... rise above the common level of persons so educated . If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care , the object of the compiler will have ...
... rise above the common level of persons so educated . If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care , the object of the compiler will have ...
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... Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . B Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts Rule Britannia.
... Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . B Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts Rule Britannia.
Pagina 30
... rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruined spendthrift , now no ...
... rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruined spendthrift , now no ...
Pagina 38
... rising journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in the pathless grass , And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But when the southern sun had warmed the day , A youth came posting o'er a ...
... rising journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in the pathless grass , And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But when the southern sun had warmed the day , A youth came posting o'er a ...
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Words from the Poets. Selected [By C.M. Vaughan] for the Use of Parochial ... Words Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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art thou auld Robin Gray beneath Betty Betty Foy birds blessed bliss bowers breast breath bright child clouds dark daylight dies dead dear Dismal Swamp door Dora doth dream dreary earth Erin go bragh eyes fair Farewell father flowers glad glowing gone grave green grew grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Idiot Boy Johnny leaves life's light live lonely Longfellow looked Mary mind moon morning mother never night numbers o'er ocean pain pass poor porringer Queen Reginald Heber rest river Dee Robin round Rule Britannia shade shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smiles snow song sorrow soul sound Susan sweet tears tell tempest Tennyson thee There's thine things thou thought toil trees Twas voice walked wandering wave weary weep wild wind words Wordsworth
Populaire passages
Pagina 252 - 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...
Pagina 56 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Pagina 95 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Pagina 24 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Pagina 75 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
Pagina 151 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Pagina 210 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Pagina 43 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Pagina 88 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Pagina 152 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,