The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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الصفحة 13
... hill large and round , I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush Sing hymns of rapture , while I drank the sound With joy ; and oft , an unintruding guest , I watched her secret toils from day to day , -- How true she warped the moss to ...
... hill large and round , I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush Sing hymns of rapture , while I drank the sound With joy ; and oft , an unintruding guest , I watched her secret toils from day to day , -- How true she warped the moss to ...
الصفحة 20
... hills , unthought of , until its edge is approached ; and then suddenly , through the boughs of the firs , the eye perceives , beneath , the green and gliding stream , and the broad walls of sandstone cliff that form its banks ...
... hills , unthought of , until its edge is approached ; and then suddenly , through the boughs of the firs , the eye perceives , beneath , the green and gliding stream , and the broad walls of sandstone cliff that form its banks ...
الصفحة 21
... hills has its companions : the goats browse beside it ; and the traveller drinks from it , and passes over it with his staff ; and the peasant traces a new channel for it down to his mill- wheel . But this stream has no com- panions ...
... hills has its companions : the goats browse beside it ; and the traveller drinks from it , and passes over it with his staff ; and the peasant traces a new channel for it down to his mill- wheel . But this stream has no com- panions ...
الصفحة 27
... hill above his house , he should be higher than this meteor , which he imagined might have been blown , like thistle - down , from the common above : but , to his great astonishment , when he rode to the most elevated part of the down ...
... hill above his house , he should be higher than this meteor , which he imagined might have been blown , like thistle - down , from the common above : but , to his great astonishment , when he rode to the most elevated part of the down ...
الصفحة 31
... hill that under heaven expands . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . A conference between Piscator ( an angler ) , Venator ( a hunter ) , and Auceps ( á falconer ) , each commending his recreation Piscator . You are well ...
... hill that under heaven expands . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . EARTH , AIR , OR WATER . A conference between Piscator ( an angler ) , Venator ( a hunter ) , and Auceps ( á falconer ) , each commending his recreation Piscator . You are well ...
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Adour appear Arth banks beach beautiful bells beneath Benedicite birds Bracebridge breath Cæsar church clouds colour Crito dark death deep distance E. A. FREEMAN earth Enceladus England English eyes fall feet fire flowers foam French Geysir GILBERT WHITE green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour horse Horseshoe Fall hour island king Lake land Latin ledge light look Lord LORD DUFFERIN miles morning mountains nest never night noble Normandy o'er once passed Pilgrim's Progress Pisc precipice prince rising river rock rolling round scarcely seemed seen ship shore side sight silent soul sound Spitzbergen stands stream swallow sweet thee thou towers town trees turned valley Varaville Viat village voice walls WASHINGTON IRVING waves Wetterhorn wild William wind wonderful word
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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...