Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 sivua |
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... Fathers , .... A Child's First Impression of a Star ,. To a Child during Sickness , The Dirge in Cymbeline , The Passage , Wordsworth .. Burns . Burns . Mrs. Hemans . Wordsworth . Mrs. Hemans . Sandys . Old Eng . Poetry .. 123 Gray ...
... Fathers , .... A Child's First Impression of a Star ,. To a Child during Sickness , The Dirge in Cymbeline , The Passage , Wordsworth .. Burns . Burns . Mrs. Hemans . Wordsworth . Mrs. Hemans . Sandys . Old Eng . Poetry .. 123 Gray ...
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... father's hopeful heir , Once a mother's tender care , When too young to understand , He but scorched his little hand , By the candle's flaming light Attracted , dancing , spiral , bright ; Clasping fond her darling round , A thousand ...
... father's hopeful heir , Once a mother's tender care , When too young to understand , He but scorched his little hand , By the candle's flaming light Attracted , dancing , spiral , bright ; Clasping fond her darling round , A thousand ...
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... father's cane , And , as the fumes of valor swelled his pate , Now thought himself this hero , and now that ; " And now , " he cried , " I will Achilles be ; My sword I brandis ; see the Trojans flee ! B Now I'll be Hector , when his ...
... father's cane , And , as the fumes of valor swelled his pate , Now thought himself this hero , and now that ; " And now , " he cried , " I will Achilles be ; My sword I brandis ; see the Trojans flee ! B Now I'll be Hector , when his ...
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... father was at home , And he lay sick abed ; And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread . We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest ; She had a baby at her back , And another at her breast . I asked her why she ...
... father was at home , And he lay sick abed ; And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread . We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest ; She had a baby at her back , And another at her breast . I asked her why she ...
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... Father good . " And when thou goest to the spring To fetch the water thence , Do not disturb the little stream , Lest this should give offence . " For the queen of all the fairies , She loves that water bright ; I've seen her drinking ...
... Father good . " And when thou goest to the spring To fetch the water thence , Do not disturb the little stream , Lest this should give offence . " For the queen of all the fairies , She loves that water bright ; I've seen her drinking ...
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babes beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child Crocodile customed hill dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth E'en earth fair father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King lady Lamb land light live lonely look Lord loud Mary Howitt maun mind morn mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Old English Poetry Patrick Spence praise Queen renegado rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine things thou art thou hast thought top-mast tree voice wakeful eye wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
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Sivu 318 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Sivu 385 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Sivu 369 - 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.
Sivu 180 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Sivu 352 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Sivu 172 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Sivu 396 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Sivu 274 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Sivu 107 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Sivu 393 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, : And a star or two beside— Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.