Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... stars on the sea , When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . 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 ...
... stars on the sea , When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . 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 ...
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... stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the live - long day , And I'm to be Queen of the May , mother , I'm to be Queen of the May . All the valley , mother , will be fresh , and ...
... stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the live - long day , And I'm to be Queen of the May , mother , I'm to be Queen of the May . All the valley , mother , will be fresh , and ...
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... stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd , The weary to sleep , and the wounded to die- When , reposing that night on my pallet of straw , By the wolf - scaring faggot that guarded the slain ...
... stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd , The weary to sleep , and the wounded to die- When , reposing that night on my pallet of straw , By the wolf - scaring faggot that guarded the slain ...
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... stars , the earth and main , Erewhile his portion , life and light , To him exist in vain . The clouds and sunbeams , o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw , Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew . The ...
... stars , the earth and main , Erewhile his portion , life and light , To him exist in vain . The clouds and sunbeams , o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw , Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew . The ...
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... Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Let us do , or dee ! BURNS . 67. THE INVOCATION . ANSWER me , burning stars of POETRY FOR REPETITION . 101 The Death of De Boune at Ban- nockbourne Bruce to his Army.
... Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Let us do , or dee ! BURNS . 67. THE INVOCATION . ANSWER me , burning stars of POETRY FOR REPETITION . 101 The Death of De Boune at Ban- nockbourne Bruce to his Army.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Página 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Página 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Página 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 35 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...