The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].E. Lumley, 1847 - 186 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ix
... Village Goldsmith 27 Bolton Priory The Rainbow Sweet Sounds The Pig Casabianca Wordsworth 30 H. Vaughan 32 Coleridge 33 Southey 34 Hemans 37 The Ebb - Tide Southey 39 The Country Parson Goldsmith 40 Burial of Sir John Moore Wolfe . 42 ...
... Village Goldsmith 27 Bolton Priory The Rainbow Sweet Sounds The Pig Casabianca Wordsworth 30 H. Vaughan 32 Coleridge 33 Southey 34 Hemans 37 The Ebb - Tide Southey 39 The Country Parson Goldsmith 40 Burial of Sir John Moore Wolfe . 42 ...
الصفحة x
... Village Bells E. Carrington 47 Death of the Flowers Tears of Scotland New - Year's Day The Trumpet Life of Man Human Wishes War of the League The Skies • We are Seven To certain Gold Fishes The New Forest . Hohenlinden The Home of the ...
... Village Bells E. Carrington 47 Death of the Flowers Tears of Scotland New - Year's Day The Trumpet Life of Man Human Wishes War of the League The Skies • We are Seven To certain Gold Fishes The New Forest . Hohenlinden The Home of the ...
الصفحة xi
... Village Bells Bees To May Adversity Human Greatness Address of Adam and Eve Unseen Watchers Miseries of Life . AUTHOR . Hunt Keats PAGE 108 109 • · Id . • · 109 Id . Herbert Anon . . Cowper Shakspere 110 • 111 112 • 113 · 115 Wordsworth ...
... Village Bells Bees To May Adversity Human Greatness Address of Adam and Eve Unseen Watchers Miseries of Life . AUTHOR . Hunt Keats PAGE 108 109 • · Id . • · 109 Id . Herbert Anon . . Cowper Shakspere 110 • 111 112 • 113 · 115 Wordsworth ...
الصفحة 6
... village , dome and farm , - Each give each a double charm , As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm . See on the mountain's southern side , Where the prospect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide , How close and small the hedges lie ...
... village , dome and farm , - Each give each a double charm , As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm . See on the mountain's southern side , Where the prospect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide , How close and small the hedges lie ...
الصفحة 21
... village round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath , the warlike errand went , And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent . Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those ...
... village round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath , the warlike errand went , And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent . Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those ...
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beauty behold bells beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead death deep doth dread E'en earth eyes fair falchion Father William fear flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green green days Grongar Hill hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill HOHENLINDEN hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord Lycidas Mayenne Milford Bay morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd Plymouth Bay pomp porringer praise pray round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought village voice wave weep wild wind wings woods young youth
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الصفحة 116 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
الصفحة 28 - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
الصفحة 119 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
الصفحة 120 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 34 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
الصفحة 134 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
الصفحة 26 - 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.
الصفحة 65 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
الصفحة 28 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 73 - 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 sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...