Select English poetry, with notes by E. HughesEdward Hughes 1851 |
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... Heard and Herd . Lay and Lie . Corse , or Corpse , and Corps . Hollowed and Hallowed . NOT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where ...
... Heard and Herd . Lay and Lie . Corse , or Corpse , and Corps . Hollowed and Hallowed . NOT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where ...
الصفحة 9
... The deep slow curfew's chime ! A heavy sound unto hall and bower In England's olden time ! Sternly and Sadly . Sullen . Wakeful . Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the King Canute Bernard Barton The Curfew-Song of England, Mrs Hemans.
... The deep slow curfew's chime ! A heavy sound unto hall and bower In England's olden time ! Sternly and Sadly . Sullen . Wakeful . Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the King Canute Bernard Barton The Curfew-Song of England, Mrs Hemans.
الصفحة 10
Edward Hughes. Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . Sternly and sadly heard , As it quench'd the wood - fires glow ...
Edward Hughes. Sadly ' twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . Sternly and sadly heard , As it quench'd the wood - fires glow ...
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... heard . He call'd aloud : - 66 - Say , father ! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . HELLVELLYN . " Speak , father ! " once again 18 HISTORICAL AND GEOGRAPHICAL POEMS . 11, Indian ...
... heard . He call'd aloud : - 66 - Say , father ! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . HELLVELLYN . " Speak , father ! " once again 18 HISTORICAL AND GEOGRAPHICAL POEMS . 11, Indian ...
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... heard ; 5 Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , " Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd . Ye winds that have made me your sport7 Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do ...
... heard ; 5 Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , " Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd . Ye winds that have made me your sport7 Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do ...
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Select English Poetry, with Notes by E. Hughes <span dir=ltr>Edward Hughes, Dsc</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Arouse thee battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless brave breast breath bright brother brow burning CHARLES MACKAY cheer clouds dark dead death deep Derivations dread dream earth ELIZA COOK ellipsis England Etymology fame father feel fire flowers glorious glory glow grave hand happy hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre History of Europe honour hope hour human isles John Herschel king labour land light live Loch-na-Garr look mighty mind morning mountains native nature never night noble o'er ocean pride proud race rock roll round RUNNEMEDE sacred sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet Syntax tear thine things thought thousand toil verbs voice waves wild wind words youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 108 - GO to the ant, thou sluggard ; consider her ways, and be wise : which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
الصفحة 158 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 220 - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
الصفحة 225 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
الصفحة 300 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 98 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
الصفحة 275 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and .as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut •down, and withereth.
الصفحة 291 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
الصفحة 21 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
الصفحة 254 - Whither, 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.