Specimens of English poetry. For the use of Charterhouse school1883 |
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... nature fails , and day and night Divide thy works no more , My ever - grateful heart , O Lord , Thy mercy shall adore . Through all eternity , to Thee A joyful song I'll raise , But oh ! Eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ...
... nature fails , and day and night Divide thy works no more , My ever - grateful heart , O Lord , Thy mercy shall adore . Through all eternity , to Thee A joyful song I'll raise , But oh ! Eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ...
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... nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; 10 Such orient colour smiles through heaven , When vernal mornings break . Nor let the pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , who bids their diamonds blaze , 15 To ...
... nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; 10 Such orient colour smiles through heaven , When vernal mornings break . Nor let the pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , who bids their diamonds blaze , 15 To ...
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... my delights to sever , Me to torture , me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; 10 Skins may differ , but affection 15 Dwells in white THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT . 15 The Negro's Complaint.
... my delights to sever , Me to torture , me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; 10 Skins may differ , but affection 15 Dwells in white THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT . 15 The Negro's Complaint.
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... Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it , tears must water , 20 Sweat of ours must dress the soil . Think , ye masters , iron - hearted , Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the ...
... Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it , tears must water , 20 Sweat of ours must dress the soil . Think , ye masters , iron - hearted , Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the ...
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... nature . " A stranger animal , " cries one , " Sure never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot , with triple claw disjoin'd ; And , what a length of tail behind ! How ...
... nature . " A stranger animal , " cries one , " Sure never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot , with triple claw disjoin'd ; And , what a length of tail behind ! How ...
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angels arms beauty beneath breast breath bright charms clouds cries dark dead dear death deep delight earth Ev'n eyes fair faith fall fear field fire flowers give glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour kind king land leaves light live look Lord lost master mind morn move Nature never night o'er once pain passion peace pity pleasure poor praise pride raise rest rise rose round shade sight sing skies sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring sweet tears tell thee things thou thought train trembling truth turn virtue voice walk wandering wave wild winds wings wish youth
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الصفحة 80 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
الصفحة 146 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
الصفحة 107 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait; And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
الصفحة 257 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 210 - Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
الصفحة 236 - It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found, He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And, with a natural sigh — " Tis some poor...
الصفحة 86 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they: While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
الصفحة 112 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 192 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
الصفحة 81 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...