The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... Earth , Air , or Water , The Green Linnet , • * The House - Martin or Martlet , Ode to Autumn , The Valley of the Loire , Autumn Departs , * The House - Swallow or Chimney - Swallow , To a Water - fowl , The Water System of British ...
... Earth , Air , or Water , The Green Linnet , • * The House - Martin or Martlet , Ode to Autumn , The Valley of the Loire , Autumn Departs , * The House - Swallow or Chimney - Swallow , To a Water - fowl , The Water System of British ...
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... earth lay , More boundless than the depth of night , And purer than the day , — In which the lovely forests grew As in the upper air , More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there . There lay the glade and neighbouring ...
... earth lay , More boundless than the depth of night , And purer than the day , — In which the lovely forests grew As in the upper air , More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there . There lay the glade and neighbouring ...
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... earth , which is serpentine , horizontal , and about two feet deep . At the inner end of this burrow does this bird deposit , in a good degree of safety , her rude nest , consisting of fine grass and feathers , usually goose- feathers ...
... earth , which is serpentine , horizontal , and about two feet deep . At the inner end of this burrow does this bird deposit , in a good degree of safety , her rude nest , consisting of fine grass and feathers , usually goose- feathers ...
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... EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . A conference between Piscator ( an angler ) , Venator ( a hunter ) , and Auceps ( á ... EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . 31 *Earth, Air, or Water,
... EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . A conference between Piscator ( an angler ) , Venator ( a hunter ) , and Auceps ( á ... EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . 31 *Earth, Air, or Water,
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... answered my desires , and my purpose is to bestow a day or two in helping to destroy some of those villanous vermin ; for I hate them perfectly , because they love fish so well , or rather because they 32 EARTH , AIR , OR WATER .
... answered my desires , and my purpose is to bestow a day or two in helping to destroy some of those villanous vermin ; for I hate them perfectly , because they love fish so well , or rather because they 32 EARTH , AIR , OR WATER .
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appear arms beautiful bells called carried church close clouds continued dark death deep direction earth England English eyes face fall fear feeling feet field fire follow French give green half hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope horse hour island Italy keep kind king land Latin light lists living look Lord means miles mind morning mountains nature never night noble observed once passed person present remained rest rise river rock rolling round seemed seen ship side sometimes sound spirit stands stream sweet thou thought town trees turned village voice walls waves whole wild wind young
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الصفحة 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
الصفحة 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
الصفحة 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
الصفحة 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
الصفحة 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
الصفحة 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun 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 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
الصفحة 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...