Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet , on my heart , Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet , on my heart , Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
الصفحة 10
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought as we hollow'd ...
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought as we hollow'd ...
الصفحة 24
... rest . The snowdrop , and then the violet , Arose from the ground with warm rain wet , And their breath was mix'd with fresh odour , sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip ...
... rest . The snowdrop , and then the violet , Arose from the ground with warm rain wet , And their breath was mix'd with fresh odour , sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip ...
الصفحة 25
... rest By all their country's wishes bless'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By ...
... rest By all their country's wishes bless'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By ...
الصفحة 40
... . But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flow'ry leaves among , Sated with thy summer feast , Thou retir'st to endless rest . COWLEY . PRAYER . WHERE then shall Hope and Fear their objects 40 Cowley.
... . But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flow'ry leaves among , Sated with thy summer feast , Thou retir'st to endless rest . COWLEY . PRAYER . WHERE then shall Hope and Fear their objects 40 Cowley.
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battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath birds blast bower breast breath bright brow churchyard clouds crested lark dark dead death deep doth dread earth eternal ETON COLLEGE fair fear flowers gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour hues hush'd LAKE REGILLUS leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains mourn Nature's night o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rise tis rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade shed shine sight sings skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou thunder tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave weep wild winds wings wood youth
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الصفحة 20 - 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 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 11 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
الصفحة 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
الصفحة 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
الصفحة 15 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
الصفحة 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
الصفحة 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
الصفحة 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...