Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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... breeze at early morn ; The dewdrop glistens on the thorn ; The lark his carol chaunts on high , In notes of wildest minstrelsy ; And tuning sweet his morning lays , Prompts me alike to notes of praise . Praise be to thee , Almighty ...
... breeze at early morn ; The dewdrop glistens on the thorn ; The lark his carol chaunts on high , In notes of wildest minstrelsy ; And tuning sweet his morning lays , Prompts me alike to notes of praise . Praise be to thee , Almighty ...
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... breeze down Ettrick break , Although it chill my wither'd cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone , Though there , forgotten and alone , The bard may draw his parting groan . THE BRITISH FLAG . " Thank God ! I am a Briton . " - NELSON ...
... breeze down Ettrick break , Although it chill my wither'd cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone , Though there , forgotten and alone , The bard may draw his parting groan . THE BRITISH FLAG . " Thank God ! I am a Briton . " - NELSON ...
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... . YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved , a thousand years , The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! GUY S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 41 W S Ridpath.
... . YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved , a thousand years , The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! GUY S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 41 W S Ridpath.
الصفحة 54
... breeze sail , How wildly novel on his senses float ! It was on this , that many a sleepless night , As lone he watch'd the taper's sickly gleam , And at his casement heard , with wild affright , The owl's dull wing and melancholy scream ...
... breeze sail , How wildly novel on his senses float ! It was on this , that many a sleepless night , As lone he watch'd the taper's sickly gleam , And at his casement heard , with wild affright , The owl's dull wing and melancholy scream ...
الصفحة 55
... breeze brought a show'r from the hill , And yet , though it left me all dripping and chill , I felt a new pleasure , as onward I sped , To gaze where the rainbow gleam'd broad overhead . Oh , such be life's journey , and such be our ...
... breeze brought a show'r from the hill , And yet , though it left me all dripping and chill , I felt a new pleasure , as onward I sped , To gaze where the rainbow gleam'd broad overhead . Oh , such be life's journey , and such be our ...
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Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
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الصفحة 78 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
الصفحة 23 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
الصفحة 82 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
الصفحة 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
الصفحة 46 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 46 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
الصفحة 53 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
الصفحة 22 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 64 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
الصفحة 82 - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...