Select English poetry, with notes by E. HughesEdward Hughes 1851 |
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... smile , his favour gain . They told him e'en the mighty deep His kingly sway confessed ; That he could bid its billows leap Or still its stormy breast ! He smiled contemptuously , and cried , " Be then my boasted empire tried ! " Down ...
... smile , his favour gain . They told him e'en the mighty deep His kingly sway confessed ; That he could bid its billows leap Or still its stormy breast ! He smiled contemptuously , and cried , " Be then my boasted empire tried ! " Down ...
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... smiles . 1. Who discovered the route by the Cape of Good Hope ? What name was first given to it ? 2. Mozambic , what ? 3. Why Sabean odours ? MILTON . 4. Give the three ancient divisions of Arabia , and the Latin name for Aruby the ...
... smiles . 1. Who discovered the route by the Cape of Good Hope ? What name was first given to it ? 2. Mozambic , what ? 3. Why Sabean odours ? MILTON . 4. Give the three ancient divisions of Arabia , and the Latin name for Aruby the ...
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... smiles Round ten thousand little isles , Haunts of violence and wiles . But the powers of darkness yield , For the Cross is in the field , And the light of life reveal'd : Rays from rock to rock it darts , Conquers adamantine hearts ...
... smiles Round ten thousand little isles , Haunts of violence and wiles . But the powers of darkness yield , For the Cross is in the field , And the light of life reveal'd : Rays from rock to rock it darts , Conquers adamantine hearts ...
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... smile , When leagued oppression pour'd to northern wars Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars , 3 Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn , Peal'd her loud drum , and twang'd her trumpet horn : Tumultuous horror brooded o ...
... smile , When leagued oppression pour'd to northern wars Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars , 3 Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn , Peal'd her loud drum , and twang'd her trumpet horn : Tumultuous horror brooded o ...
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... smiling brows ; The pride to rear an independent shed , And give the lips we love unborrowed bread ; To see a world , from shadowy forests won , In youthful beauty wedded to the sun ; To skirt our home with harvests widely sown , And ...
... smiling brows ; The pride to rear an independent shed , And give the lips we love unborrowed bread ; To see a world , from shadowy forests won , In youthful beauty wedded to the sun ; To skirt our home with harvests widely sown , And ...
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Select English Poetry, with Notes by E. Hughes Edward Hughes, Dsc Pré-visualização indisponível - 2016 |
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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.