Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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الصفحة 12
... head Hang drooping o'er the peaceful dead ; Yet still " some frail memorial's " found , To point to man the hallow'd ground ; And warn him from a course of sin , Ere the next turf may cover him . Look round and pause - in uncouth words ...
... head Hang drooping o'er the peaceful dead ; Yet still " some frail memorial's " found , To point to man the hallow'd ground ; And warn him from a course of sin , Ere the next turf may cover him . Look round and pause - in uncouth words ...
الصفحة 15
... heads , And quiet they rest below . Sound high the harp of song , And raise the joyous strain ; But war's rough note , be it never heard To swell the chords again . Put all its trappings past- Vain pomp of bygone years ; To ploughshares ...
... heads , And quiet they rest below . Sound high the harp of song , And raise the joyous strain ; But war's rough note , be it never heard To swell the chords again . Put all its trappings past- Vain pomp of bygone years ; To ploughshares ...
الصفحة 20
... 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 . ANON . THOUGH Nelson's name hath fled , Like a dirge along the deep , Where ...
... 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 . ANON . THOUGH Nelson's name hath fled , Like a dirge along the deep , Where ...
الصفحة 32
... head Upon our own delightful bed . Night is the time for death , When all around is peace , Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss , and give the sign To parting friends ; -such death ...
... head Upon our own delightful bed . Night is the time for death , When all around is peace , Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss , and give the sign To parting friends ; -such death ...
الصفحة 34
... head , alas ! is all my top , And careful thoughts the string ! My joys are wingless all , and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail , my fancies droop , Joy never cometh with a ...
... head , alas ! is all my top , And careful thoughts the string ! My joys are wingless all , and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail , my fancies droop , Joy never cometh with a ...
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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...