Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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الصفحة 10
... near ! What shall I do to find thee here ? Is there not some mysterious art To feel thy presence at my heart ? To hear thy whispers soft and kind , In holy silence of the mind ? Then rest my thoughts ; nor longer roam In quest of joy ...
... near ! What shall I do to find thee here ? Is there not some mysterious art To feel thy presence at my heart ? To hear thy whispers soft and kind , In holy silence of the mind ? Then rest my thoughts ; nor longer roam In quest of joy ...
الصفحة 19
... ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ! High though his titles , proud his name , Boundless ...
... ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ! High though his titles , proud his name , Boundless ...
الصفحة 25
... near to bless ! E'en if Hope's earthly ray grows dim , A better light is ours , Which leads us on to trust in HIM Who gives us Brighter Hours . THE PAST . - ONCE UPON A TIME . MRS . SOUTHEY . MIND me of a pleasant time , A season long ...
... near to bless ! E'en if Hope's earthly ray grows dim , A better light is ours , Which leads us on to trust in HIM Who gives us Brighter Hours . THE PAST . - ONCE UPON A TIME . MRS . SOUTHEY . MIND me of a pleasant time , A season long ...
الصفحة 26
... ne'er shall pull again . Nor strawberries , blushing bright - as rich As fruits of sunniest clime ; How all is alter'd for the worse , Since I was in my prime ! SLEEP . D. K. Or all the gifts on mortal 26 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK ...
... ne'er shall pull again . Nor strawberries , blushing bright - as rich As fruits of sunniest clime ; How all is alter'd for the worse , Since I was in my prime ! SLEEP . D. K. Or all the gifts on mortal 26 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK ...
الصفحة 31
... Ne'er yield thee to despair ; Through blackest clouds the sunlight breaks , And kind hearts are every - where ! TO ... near . Though babbling only to the vale , Of sunshine and GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 31.
... Ne'er yield thee to despair ; Through blackest clouds the sunlight breaks , And kind hearts are every - where ! TO ... near . Though babbling only to the vale , Of sunshine and GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 31.
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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...