First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... youth are in bloom , Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come , And pray that my sins be forgiv'n : Let me read in good books , and believe , and obey , That , when death turns me out of this cottage of clay , I may ...
... youth are in bloom , Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come , And pray that my sins be forgiv'n : Let me read in good books , and believe , and obey , That , when death turns me out of this cottage of clay , I may ...
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... youth and the beauty of man , Though they bloom , and look gay , like a rose , But all our fond care to preserve them is vain , Time kills them as fast as he goes . Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty , Since both of them ...
... youth and the beauty of man , Though they bloom , and look gay , like a rose , But all our fond care to preserve them is vain , Time kills them as fast as he goes . Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty , Since both of them ...
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... youth , " Father William replied , " I remembered that youth would fly fast , And abused not my health and my vigour at first , That I never might want them at last . " " You are old , Father William , " the young man cried , " And ...
... youth , " Father William replied , " I remembered that youth would fly fast , And abused not my health and my vigour at first , That I never might want them at last . " " You are old , Father William , " the young man cried , " And ...
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... , such were the joys When we all - girls and boys- In our youth - time were seen On the echoing green . " 1 green , the village green . 1 Till the little ones , weary , No more 184 FIRST POETRY BOOK . Echoing Green, The Blake.
... , such were the joys When we all - girls and boys- In our youth - time were seen On the echoing green . " 1 green , the village green . 1 Till the little ones , weary , No more 184 FIRST POETRY BOOK . Echoing Green, The Blake.
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... youth , ' he cried , ' The sorrows of thy breast ? pensive , sad , thoughtful . 10 legendary lore , learnin in old tales . 11 beguiled , amused . 12 sympathetic , because he was cheerful , the k became so , as well . 13 oppress'd ...
... youth , ' he cried , ' The sorrows of thy breast ? pensive , sad , thoughtful . 10 legendary lore , learnin in old tales . 11 beguiled , amused . 12 sympathetic , because he was cheerful , the k became so , as well . 13 oppress'd ...
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First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1 John Cunningham Geikie Visualização integral - 1878 |
First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 2 John Cunningham Geikie Visualização integral - 1878 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Amy Robsart Baltic Sea beneath billow Birkenhead Bob-o-link bright Caldon-Low CASABIANCA chee cheerful child cried Cuckoo Cumnor Hall dark dead didst thou doth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair fairy flax fatal bonds Father William fear feasts of love Fifine flowers gentle green happy night Hark ye hath hear the hour heard heart Helvellyn hill hurrah hyaena Israel slumbers Jack Jack hare jingle laugh little bird little Maid lonely look Lord love good-morrow mercy and thy merry mooly cow morning mother ne'er o'er play porringer praise pray Robert of Lincoln Robin round Sennacherib shepherd sing skies sleep snow Soldier song sorrow spank Spink Spring stars stood storm summer sunny brow sweet tears tell thee There's thy mercy trees Twas voice watch while Israel watchman numbers waves wild wind wing winter young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 141 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 215 - 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 fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 142 - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 142 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. "And often, after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.
Página 218 - But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 175 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm, — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Página 175 - say, father, say If yet my task is done ?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied — And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 151 - You are old, Father William,' the young man cried, ' And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason, I pray ? '
Página 211 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...