Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to the Present Time, Under Separate Divisions, with Introductions Explaining the Different Species of PoetryCommissioners of National Education in Ireland, 1851 |
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Sivu 9
... rose you see , Or like the blossom on the tree , Or like the dainty flow'r of May , Or like the morning to the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had , E'en such is man ; -whose thread is spun ...
... rose you see , Or like the blossom on the tree , Or like the dainty flow'r of May , Or like the morning to the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had , E'en such is man ; -whose thread is spun ...
Sivu 32
... garlands thick thrown off ; the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses smiled . MORNING HYMN . 333 MORNING HYMN . FOUNTAIN of light 32 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS . Worship of the Angels,
... garlands thick thrown off ; the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses smiled . MORNING HYMN . 333 MORNING HYMN . FOUNTAIN of light 32 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS . Worship of the Angels,
Sivu 49
... Rose at his sov'reign word . Dark was the deep , the waters lay Confused , and drowned the land ; He called the light , the new - born day Attends on his command . He bids the clouds ascend on high : The clouds ascend , and bear A wat ...
... Rose at his sov'reign word . Dark was the deep , the waters lay Confused , and drowned the land ; He called the light , the new - born day Attends on his command . He bids the clouds ascend on high : The clouds ascend , and bear A wat ...
Sivu 50
... Rose from the teeming earth . Adam was form'd of equal clay , The sov'reign of the rest ; Design'd for nobler ends than they , With God's own image blest . Thus glorious in the Maker's eye The young creation stood ; He saw the building ...
... Rose from the teeming earth . Adam was form'd of equal clay , The sov'reign of the rest ; Design'd for nobler ends than they , With God's own image blest . Thus glorious in the Maker's eye The young creation stood ; He saw the building ...
Sivu 71
... rose : on the wide shore Observant as I stood , The gath'ring storms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near , and more near , the billows rise , E'en now my steps they lave ; And death to my affrighted eyes Approach'd in ev ...
... rose : on the wide shore Observant as I stood , The gath'ring storms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near , and more near , the billows rise , E'en now my steps they lave ; And death to my affrighted eyes Approach'd in ev ...
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Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from ..., Nide 1 Ireland Commissioners of National Educa Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2016 |
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ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN POETRY beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom BORN bowers breast breath bright calm charms clouds dark death deep delight Descriptive Poetry DIED doth earth English Poetry eternal fair flowers gaze GILES FLETCHER gloom glorious glory glow grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope hour HYMN JAMES THOMSON labour LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light live look Lord MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur nature nature's night numbers o'er pastoral pastoral poetry peace pleasure poetry poets praise prayer rest rill rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thought toil trees trembling vale voice wave weary wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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Sivu 59 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come...
Sivu 204 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Sivu 203 - To die, to sleep ; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Sivu 429 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Sivu 204 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Sivu 325 - I REMEMBER, 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 ! I remember, I remember...
Sivu 144 - We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Sivu 375 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Sivu 11 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Sivu 355 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.