The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... turning up the light and fresh - smelling soil amongst the tufts of snowdrops and rows of bright yellow crocuses , which ... turned up to the sun , brown and rich , the whole country over . It is delightful as you pass along deep hollow ...
... turning up the light and fresh - smelling soil amongst the tufts of snowdrops and rows of bright yellow crocuses , which ... turned up to the sun , brown and rich , the whole country over . It is delightful as you pass along deep hollow ...
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... turning of the dell gives a glimpse of the dark coppice by which it is backed , and from which we are separ- ated by some marshy , rushy ground , where the springs have formed into a pool , and where the moor - hen loves to build her ...
... turning of the dell gives a glimpse of the dark coppice by which it is backed , and from which we are separ- ated by some marshy , rushy ground , where the springs have formed into a pool , and where the moor - hen loves to build her ...
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... turning on the road . Yoho , by churches dropped down by themselves in quiet nooks , with rustic burial - grounds about them , where the graves are green and daisies sleep - for it is evening - on the bosoms of the dead . Yoho , past ...
... turning on the road . Yoho , by churches dropped down by themselves in quiet nooks , with rustic burial - grounds about them , where the graves are green and daisies sleep - for it is evening - on the bosoms of the dead . Yoho , past ...
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... turning up your finger , Bill , another pull ! Now take your breath , and try the bugle , Bill . There's music ! There's a tone ! ' Over the hills and far away , ' indeed . The skittish mare is all alive to - night . Yoho ! Yoho ! Yoho ...
... turning up your finger , Bill , another pull ! Now take your breath , and try the bugle , Bill . There's music ! There's a tone ! ' Over the hills and far away , ' indeed . The skittish mare is all alive to - night . Yoho ! Yoho ! Yoho ...
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... turning a sudden angle , the bank cleft to its base , as if to yield the waters a passage . It is the entrance to a deeply secluded dell , of exquisite though savage beauty ; one of those hidden recesses of nature , in which she ...
... turning a sudden angle , the bank cleft to its base , as if to yield the waters a passage . It is the entrance to a deeply secluded dell , of exquisite though savage beauty ; one of those hidden recesses of nature , in which she ...
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The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visos knygos peržiūra - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visos knygos peržiūra - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visos knygos peržiūra - 1883 |
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22 psl. - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
15 psl. - 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
226 psl. - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
282 psl. - A vast ocean, planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits, with garlands upon their heads, passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds, falling waters, human voices, and musical instruments.
282 psl. - These are the mansions of good men after death, who, according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them; every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants.
268 psl. - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
108 psl. - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
279 psl. - ... day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life ; and passing from one thought to another, Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream.
283 psl. - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
267 psl. - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde...