The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - 426 psl. |
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... Chesson 216 Eugene Lee - Hamilton 216 Alfred Noyes 217 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 220 Matthew Arnold 222 Shelley 226 William Sharp 228 - Robert Bridges 229 A Green and Silent Spot A Grove Morning Sounds The Contents XV.
... Chesson 216 Eugene Lee - Hamilton 216 Alfred Noyes 217 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 220 Matthew Arnold 222 Shelley 226 William Sharp 228 - Robert Bridges 229 A Green and Silent Spot A Grove Morning Sounds The Contents XV.
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... Silent Spot A Grove Morning Sounds The Garden · " The Garden that I love " Over the Lea - Brother and Sister The Country Faith " When you are lonely " Sabrina Fair Chalvey Two Rivers Dartside Lynmouth · On Exmoor Sussex A Song out of ...
... Silent Spot A Grove Morning Sounds The Garden · " The Garden that I love " Over the Lea - Brother and Sister The Country Faith " When you are lonely " Sabrina Fair Chalvey Two Rivers Dartside Lynmouth · On Exmoor Sussex A Song out of ...
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... silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath For a time.- But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between . " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried ; when ...
... silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath For a time.- But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between . " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried ; when ...
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... silent over Africa . Robert Browning . The Burial of Sir John Moore N ( 1809 ) OT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corpse to the rampart we hurried : Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero ...
... silent over Africa . Robert Browning . The Burial of Sir John Moore N ( 1809 ) OT a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corpse to the rampart we hurried : Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero ...
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... silent homage stood around ; Silent , whilst holy dew Dimmed her kind eyes . She stood in tears , For she had felt a mother's fears , And wifely cares she knew . She wept , she could not bear to say , " Sail forth , my mariners , and ...
... silent homage stood around ; Silent , whilst holy dew Dimmed her kind eyes . She stood in tears , For she had felt a mother's fears , And wifely cares she knew . She wept , she could not bear to say , " Sail forth , my mariners , and ...
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The Call of the Homeland– A Collection of English Verse Robert Pickett Scott Visos knygos peržiūra - 1907 |
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A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon birds blow blue bonnie Bonnie Dundee breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England Ethel Clifford eyes face fair fame Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam golden grass grave green grey grey gulls happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills King kiss land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night Nora Chesson o'er peace Perceval Gibbon purple R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind winter woods
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333 psl. - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
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18 psl. - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. 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...
401 psl. - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
333 psl. - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
179 psl. - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.