The Land of Song, Livro 2Silver, Burdett, 1899 |
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... rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answered keen , And Zion's daughters poured their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No portents now our foes amaze , Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers ...
... rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answered keen , And Zion's daughters poured their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No portents now our foes amaze , Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers ...
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... neither moved nor wept . Rose a nurse of ninety years , Set his child upon her knee- Like summer tempest came her tears " Sweet my child , I live for thee . " ALFRED TENNYSON . ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING . OW Nature hangs her.
... neither moved nor wept . Rose a nurse of ninety years , Set his child upon her knee- Like summer tempest came her tears " Sweet my child , I live for thee . " ALFRED TENNYSON . ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING . OW Nature hangs her.
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... rose ! Lọ , such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upward drawn to God . By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must ...
... rose ! Lọ , such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upward drawn to God . By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must ...
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... the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; 43 On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung.
... the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; 43 On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung.
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... rose and burst around ; 45 Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away ; He scoured the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder's store , He ...
... rose and burst around ; 45 Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away ; He scoured the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder's store , He ...
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Abbot ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Brand apple tree banner battle beneath birds blood blue brave breast breath bright Brixham BRYAN WALLER PROCTER cheer child CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cried dark dead deep dost doth earth eyes fair father fear fell flower Gelert glory gold grave green hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy Inchcape Rock King Lady land light live Llewellyn looked Lord loud Mayor morning mountain ne'er nest never night NOEL GORDON o'er ocean PIBROCH PIED PIPER pipe praise quoth rats Ring roar ROBERT BURNS rolling round sails Sandalphon shine shore silent sing sleep song sound star stept stood storm sweet tell thee there's thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art Thou hast thousand twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Winstanley woods
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Página 13 - 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in neverending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 111 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 41 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 157 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale, or storm, Icing the pole or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 206 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Página 202 - 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.
Página 208 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Página 18 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 15 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 157 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.