The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 pages |
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... twas all about , " Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And what they killed each other for . " E " It was the English , " Kaspar cried , The Battle of ...
... twas all about , " Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And what they killed each other for . " E " It was the English , " Kaspar cried , The Battle of ...
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... twas a famous victory . " My father lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by , They burnt his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . " With ...
... twas a famous victory . " My father lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by , They burnt his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . " With ...
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... twas passing ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : [ strange ; She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd her , [ me ; I should ...
... twas passing ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : [ strange ; She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd her , [ me ; I should ...
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... Twas certain he could write , and cipher too ; Lands he could measure ; terms and tides presage ; And e'en the story ran , that he could - gauge . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill ; For , e'en though vanquished , he could ...
... Twas certain he could write , and cipher too ; Lands he could measure ; terms and tides presage ; And e'en the story ran , that he could - gauge . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill ; For , e'en though vanquished , he could ...
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... 'd him . I could not shoot ; ' Twas liberty ! I turned my bow aside , And let him soar away ! Heavens , with what pride I used To walk these hills , and look up to my God , And bless Him that it was so ! It was 138 School Book of Poetry .
... 'd him . I could not shoot ; ' Twas liberty ! I turned my bow aside , And let him soar away ! Heavens , with what pride I used To walk these hills , and look up to my God , And bless Him that it was so ! It was 138 School Book of Poetry .
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...