Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... . There's a Garden of Roses 78. Noontide · 79. The Death of Marmion 80. A Father reading the Bible Campbell T. Moore Wordsworth Sir W. Scott Mrs. Hemans Page · 81. The Holly Tree 82. The Village Blacksmith CONTENTS . ix.
... . There's a Garden of Roses 78. Noontide · 79. The Death of Marmion 80. A Father reading the Bible Campbell T. Moore Wordsworth Sir W. Scott Mrs. Hemans Page · 81. The Holly Tree 82. The Village Blacksmith CONTENTS . ix.
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... Rose 185. Fitzjames and Roderick Dhu . 186. Prince Arthur pleading with Hubert for his Eyes . 187. The Vale of Cashmere 188. The Death of Samson • • Sir W. Scott . Shakespeare T. Moore 189. The Weakest Thing . 190. The Waterfall 191 ...
... Rose 185. Fitzjames and Roderick Dhu . 186. Prince Arthur pleading with Hubert for his Eyes . 187. The Vale of Cashmere 188. The Death of Samson • • Sir W. Scott . Shakespeare T. Moore 189. The Weakest Thing . 190. The Waterfall 191 ...
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... rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the rock ...
... rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the rock ...
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... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
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... rose's brief bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ; Go , thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has he left his birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And thro ' the long , long summer hours ...
... rose's brief bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ; Go , thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has he left his birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And thro ' the long , long summer hours ...
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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...