A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, Numéro 262 |
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... cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle ...
... cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle ...
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... clouds at evening driven O'er the many - coloured west , Years are bearing us to heaven , Home of happiness and rest . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . FALLEN IS THY THRONE . FALL'N is thy throne , O Israel ! Silence is o'er thy plains ; Thy ...
... clouds at evening driven O'er the many - coloured west , Years are bearing us to heaven , Home of happiness and rest . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . FALLEN IS THY THRONE . FALL'N is thy throne , O Israel ! Silence is o'er thy plains ; Thy ...
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... clouds of even , And we can almost think , we gaze A. OPIE . Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues , that mark the sun's decline So soft , so radiant , Lord ! are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows ...
... clouds of even , And we can almost think , we gaze A. OPIE . Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues , that mark the sun's decline So soft , so radiant , Lord ! are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows ...
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William Osborn (schoolmaster). Chase the vapours , mists , and clouds ; Chase the midnight shadows far ; O ! put off thy dusky shrouds , Light of beauty ! Morning Star ! Type of that prophetic light , Which foreshadow'd Judah's Son ...
William Osborn (schoolmaster). Chase the vapours , mists , and clouds ; Chase the midnight shadows far ; O ! put off thy dusky shrouds , Light of beauty ! Morning Star ! Type of that prophetic light , Which foreshadow'd Judah's Son ...
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... cloud- -no lure to stay My soul , as home she springs Thy sunshine on her joyful way , Thy freedom in her wings . TO THE RAINBOW . TRIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky , When storms prepare to part , I ask not proud philosophy To teach ...
... cloud- -no lure to stay My soul , as home she springs Thy sunshine on her joyful way , Thy freedom in her wings . TO THE RAINBOW . TRIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky , When storms prepare to part , I ask not proud philosophy To teach ...
Expressions et termes fréquents
beam beautiful Bendemeer beneath Better rub bird blithe spirit bloom bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep delightful doth earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fair fear flower glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour hung o'er King labour land light living looks Lord lyre man's son inherits mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor man's son praise rest rise roll round rub than rust shade shine silent silent night sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne twas Vital spark voice wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
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Page 85 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Page 92 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 66 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 66 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 85 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 69 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 87 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Page 90 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 79 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 60 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.