Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... shade and sunny gleam , And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream . The merry Homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's ...
... shade and sunny gleam , And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream . The merry Homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's ...
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... shade . " " ' Tis green , ' tis green , sir , I assure ye . " " Green ! " cries the other in a fury ; " Why , sir - d'ye think I've lost my eyes ? " " " Twere no great loss , " the friend replies . " For , if they always serve you thus ...
... shade . " " ' Tis green , ' tis green , sir , I assure ye . " " Green ! " cries the other in a fury ; " Why , sir - d'ye think I've lost my eyes ? " " " Twere no great loss , " the friend replies . " For , if they always serve you thus ...
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... shade , with the friends I love best ; Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace ! T. MOORE . 18. THE COMMON LOT . NCE in the flight of ages past , ONCE There ...
... shade , with the friends I love best ; Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace ! T. MOORE . 18. THE COMMON LOT . NCE in the flight of ages past , ONCE There ...
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... shades and glory threw , Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew . The annals of the human race , Their ruins , since the world began , Of HIM afford no other trace Than this , -THERE LIVED A MAN ! JAMES MONTGOMERY ...
... shades and glory threw , Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew . The annals of the human race , Their ruins , since the world began , Of HIM afford no other trace Than this , -THERE LIVED A MAN ! JAMES MONTGOMERY ...
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... shade . Though in a bare and rugged way , Through devious , lonely wilds I stray , Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around ...
... shade . Though in a bare and rugged way , Through devious , lonely wilds I stray , Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around ...
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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...