Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby, Nichols, & Company, 1854 - 430 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 21
... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
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... ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief.
... ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief.
الصفحة 36
... seen . His love's a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , - Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
... seen . His love's a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , - Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
الصفحة 66
... in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . " May our prophet grant my wishes , Haughty chief.
... in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . " May our prophet grant my wishes , Haughty chief.
الصفحة 69
... corn - ears to fill . ” " O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD . " Then take me on your TRADITIONARY BALLAD . 69.
... corn - ears to fill . ” " O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD . " Then take me on your TRADITIONARY BALLAD . 69.
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BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie bless breast breath bright child clouds Crocodile customed hill CYMBELINE dark dear death deep delight doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt maun MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn never night o'er Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rest rock round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine things thou art thou hast thought toil top-mast tree unto voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
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الصفحة 391 - 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...
الصفحة 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
الصفحة 174 - 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...
الصفحة 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
الصفحة 406 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
الصفحة 375 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
الصفحة 311 - 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!
الصفحة 278 - 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.
الصفحة 359 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
الصفحة 228 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.