Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman 61. Confidence in God 62. The Battle of Hohenlinden 63. Those Evening Bells 64. Blind Bartimeus 65. Elegy written in a Country Church- yard . 66. Bruce to his Army 67. The Invocation 68. The Parish ...
... Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman 61. Confidence in God 62. The Battle of Hohenlinden 63. Those Evening Bells 64. Blind Bartimeus 65. Elegy written in a Country Church- yard . 66. Bruce to his Army 67. The Invocation 68. The Parish ...
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... laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE ...
... laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE ...
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... lay the steed , with his nostril all wide , But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider ...
... lay the steed , with his nostril all wide , But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider ...
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... the church - yard tree . ' " You run about , my little maid ! Your limbs they are alive ! If two are in the church - yard laid , Then you are only five ! " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POETRY FOR REPETITION . 11.
... the church - yard tree . ' " You run about , my little maid ! Your limbs they are alive ! If two are in the church - yard laid , Then you are only five ! " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POETRY FOR REPETITION . 11.
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... lay , Till God released her of her pain , And then she went away . " So in the church - yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with ...
... lay , Till God released her of her pain , And then she went away . " So in the church - yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
Populiarios ištraukos
236 psl. - 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.
96 psl. - 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...
224 psl. - 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.
173 psl. - 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.
157 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.
160 psl. - 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.
240 psl. - 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...
173 psl. - 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.
65 psl. - 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...
35 psl. - 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...