Select English poetry, with notes by E. HughesEdward Hughes 1851 |
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... Field of Waterloo 15 28. Ancient Greece . 29. The Plain of Marathon , Byron 17 30. America to Great Britain , 18 Campbell 41 44 • Byron Byron 50 47 51 52 • Mrs. Hemans Sir W. Scott 21 · Cowper Conder W. Allston 19 31. To Brother ...
... Field of Waterloo 15 28. Ancient Greece . 29. The Plain of Marathon , Byron 17 30. America to Great Britain , 18 Campbell 41 44 • Byron Byron 50 47 51 52 • Mrs. Hemans Sir W. Scott 21 · Cowper Conder W. Allston 19 31. To Brother ...
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... Field Flowers 17. The Jackdaw 18. A Hymn on the Seasons , 195 Page Page 177 14. Lucy Wordsworth 190 Wordsworth 15. An April Day Longfellow 191 178 16. Ode on the Spring • John G. Whittier Gray 192 Cowper 194 Burns 180 Leigh Hunt ...
... Field Flowers 17. The Jackdaw 18. A Hymn on the Seasons , 195 Page Page 177 14. Lucy Wordsworth 190 Wordsworth 15. An April Day Longfellow 191 178 16. Ode on the Spring • John G. Whittier Gray 192 Cowper 194 Burns 180 Leigh Hunt ...
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... Field of the World , Anonymous 47. All's for the Best Shakspeare 273 48. Imaginary Evils . 18. The Complaints of the Poor , 274 49. Address to Light 17. Mercy · Southey 50. The Orphan Boy 306 Montgomery · • Gray 307 Nicoll 309 Tupper ...
... Field of the World , Anonymous 47. All's for the Best Shakspeare 273 48. Imaginary Evils . 18. The Complaints of the Poor , 274 49. Address to Light 17. Mercy · Southey 50. The Orphan Boy 306 Montgomery · • Gray 307 Nicoll 309 Tupper ...
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... field , the hilt of his sword was driven into the wound ; an officer attempted to take it off , but the dying hero exclaimed , ' It is as well as it is ; I had rather it should go off the field with me . ' He con- tinued to converse ...
... field , the hilt of his sword was driven into the wound ; an officer attempted to take it off , but the dying hero exclaimed , ' It is as well as it is ; I had rather it should go off the field with me . ' He con- tinued to converse ...
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... Field . Warrior . Lantern . Rampart . Gone . Dead . We , v . 5 , 1. 4 . Distinguish between the following words : Heard and Herd . Lay and Lie . Corse , or Corpse , and Corps . Hollowed and Hallowed . NOT a drum was heard , not a ...
... Field . Warrior . Lantern . Rampart . Gone . Dead . We , v . 5 , 1. 4 . Distinguish between the following words : Heard and Herd . Lay and Lie . Corse , or Corpse , and Corps . Hollowed and Hallowed . NOT a drum was heard , not a ...
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Select English Poetry, with Notes by E. Hughes Edward Hughes, Dsc Pré-visualização indisponível - 2016 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.