Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 psl. |
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... dead , those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven . " ' T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " JOHN BARLEYCORN.- Burns . THERE were three kings into the WE ...
... dead , those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven . " ' T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " JOHN BARLEYCORN.- Burns . THERE were three kings into the WE ...
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... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed ...
... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed ...
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... dead and gone . " With that bespake their mother dear : " O brother kind , " quoth she , " You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or misery . " And if you keep them carefully , Then God THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . 41.
... dead and gone . " With that bespake their mother dear : " O brother kind , " quoth she , " You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or misery . " And if you keep them carefully , Then God THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . 41.
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... dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house , And much of them he makes . He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day , When for their wealth he did devise To make them both away . He ...
... dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house , And much of them he makes . He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day , When for their wealth he did devise To make them both away . He ...
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... dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And the lime - tree branches wave , And the daisy blows , And the green grass grows , Upon his grave . He's dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And he sleeps by the flowering lime , Where he loved ...
... dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And the lime - tree branches wave , And the daisy blows , And the green grass grows , Upon his grave . He's dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And he sleeps by the flowering lime , Where he loved ...
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318 psl. - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
385 psl. - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
369 psl. - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
180 psl. - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
352 psl. - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
172 psl. - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
396 psl. - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
274 psl. - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
107 psl. - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
393 psl. - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, : And a star or two beside— Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.