A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, 262 leidimas |
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... rest fragrant and benign : A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . Both , heirs to some six feet of sod , Are equal in the earth at last , Both , children of the same dear God , Prove title to your heirship vast ...
... rest fragrant and benign : A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . Both , heirs to some six feet of sod , Are equal in the earth at last , Both , children of the same dear God , Prove title to your heirship vast ...
9 psl.
... rest or play , Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high , Till the top looks out on the sunny sky : The gentle wind and the balmy air , Little by little , bring verdure there , Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile On the buds and flowers ...
... rest or play , Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high , Till the top looks out on the sunny sky : The gentle wind and the balmy air , Little by little , bring verdure there , Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile On the buds and flowers ...
10 psl.
... rest or play , Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high , Till the top looks out on the sunny sky : The gentle wind and the balmy air , Little by little , bring verdure there , Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile On the buds and flowers ...
... rest or play , Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high , Till the top looks out on the sunny sky : The gentle wind and the balmy air , Little by little , bring verdure there , Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile On the buds and flowers ...
17 psl.
... rest . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . FALLEN IS THY THRONE . FALL'N is thy throne , O Israel ! Silence is o'er thy plains ; Thy dwellings all lie desolate , Thy children weep in chains , Where are the dews , that fed thee On Etham's barren shore ...
... rest . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . FALLEN IS THY THRONE . FALL'N is thy throne , O Israel ! Silence is o'er thy plains ; Thy dwellings all lie desolate , Thy children weep in chains , Where are the dews , that fed thee On Etham's barren shore ...
18 psl.
... rest , And snoring in their nest , Unheard and unespied , Through keyholes we do glide Over tables , stools , and shelves , We trip it with our fairy elves . Then o'er a mushroom's head Our table cloth we spread : A grain of rye or ...
... rest , And snoring in their nest , Unheard and unespied , Through keyholes we do glide Over tables , stools , and shelves , We trip it with our fairy elves . Then o'er a mushroom's head Our table cloth we spread : A grain of rye or ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
beam beautiful beneath bird blithe spirit bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket CHARLES MACKAY charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fear flowers glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour King labour land light Little by little little longer living looks Lord lyre mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor poor man's son praise rest rise round rub than rust shade shine silent simple plan sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne toil twas Vital spark voice Wait a little wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
Populiarios ištraukos
79 psl. - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
86 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...
60 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.
60 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.
79 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.
63 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.
81 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.
84 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.
73 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...
54 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.