A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, 262 leidimas |
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4 psl.
... brow of sablc dye , And spreads the country of their birth Beneath a burning sky ; And with a cheek of olive , made The little Hindoo child , And darkly stained the forest tribe That roam the western wild . To me he gave a form Of ...
... brow of sablc dye , And spreads the country of their birth Beneath a burning sky ; And with a cheek of olive , made The little Hindoo child , And darkly stained the forest tribe That roam the western wild . To me he gave a form Of ...
13 psl.
... brow ! I remember , I remember , The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance , - But now ' tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven , Than when I ...
... brow ! I remember , I remember , The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance , - But now ' tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven , Than when I ...
31 psl.
... brow , The Lord shall rend that veil away , Which hides the nations now ? When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie ; When pain shall cease , and every tear Be wiped from every eye . Then , Judah ! thou no more shalt ...
... brow , The Lord shall rend that veil away , Which hides the nations now ? When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie ; When pain shall cease , and every tear Be wiped from every eye . Then , Judah ! thou no more shalt ...
32 psl.
... brow , Till what could once see , far as stars , Is dark as death's eye now . Then dash the cup down ! ' tis not worth , A soul's great sacrifice ; The wine will sink into the earth , The soul , the soul , must rise ! MOORE . BAILEY . A ...
... brow , Till what could once see , far as stars , Is dark as death's eye now . Then dash the cup down ! ' tis not worth , A soul's great sacrifice ; The wine will sink into the earth , The soul , the soul , must rise ! MOORE . BAILEY . A ...
36 psl.
... brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can ; And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy ...
... brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can ; And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
beam beautiful Bendemeer beneath Better rub bird blithe spirit bloom bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep delightful doth earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fair fear flower glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour hung o'er King labour land light living looks Lord lyre man's son inherits mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor man's son praise rest rise roll round rub than rust shade shine silent silent night sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne twas Vital spark voice wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
Populiarios ištraukos
85 psl. - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
92 psl. - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
66 psl. - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
66 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.
85 psl. - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
69 psl. - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
87 psl. - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
90 psl. - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
79 psl. - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
60 psl. - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.