Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 psl. |
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... Death of the Flowers The Minstrel's Hope .... Spring . The Battle Man was made to Mourn Trust in God The Uncertainty of Popularity The Power of Music .. Scott .. 182 183 184 186 ..... 188 189 Burns 190 Pope ... 192 Scott .. 193 ...
... Death of the Flowers The Minstrel's Hope .... Spring . The Battle Man was made to Mourn Trust in God The Uncertainty of Popularity The Power of Music .. Scott .. 182 183 184 186 ..... 188 189 Burns 190 Pope ... 192 Scott .. 193 ...
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... death : Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " I am cheerful , young man , " Father William replied , " Let the cause thy attention engage , In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And he hath not forgotten my age . " SOUTHEY . THE ...
... death : Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " I am cheerful , young man , " Father William replied , " Let the cause thy attention engage , In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And he hath not forgotten my age . " SOUTHEY . THE ...
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... Death , to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah , no ! for his empire is known , And here there are trophies enow : Beneath , the cold dead , and around , the dark stone , Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown . The first tabernacle to ...
... Death , to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah , no ! for his empire is known , And here there are trophies enow : Beneath , the cold dead , and around , the dark stone , Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown . The first tabernacle to ...
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... death - dew'd brow : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ! - ' tis Thou ! Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful , who is He ? By the sun at noonday pale , Shivering rocks and rending veil ; By earth , that trembles at His doom ; By yonder ...
... death - dew'd brow : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ! - ' tis Thou ! Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful , who is He ? By the sun at noonday pale , Shivering rocks and rending veil ; By earth , that trembles at His doom ; By yonder ...
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... death ! Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O ...
... death ! Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O ...
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battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath birds blast bower breast breath bright brow churchyard clouds crested lark dark dead death deep doth dread earth eternal ETON COLLEGE fair fear flowers gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour hues hush'd LAKE REGILLUS leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains mourn Nature's night o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rise tis rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade shed shine sight sings skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou thunder tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave weep wild winds wings wood youth
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20 psl. - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
37 psl. - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
11 psl. - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
54 psl. - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
77 psl. - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
15 psl. - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of say, I taught thee...
196 psl. - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
74 psl. - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
192 psl. - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
45 psl. - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...