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... ? Eternity ! thou solemn theme , — Compared to thee , man's life's a dream , An atom to a world , — -no more Than is a drop to ocean's store . In fear , in awful wonder lost , On seas 12 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
... ? Eternity ! thou solemn theme , — Compared to thee , man's life's a dream , An atom to a world , — -no more Than is a drop to ocean's store . In fear , in awful wonder lost , On seas 12 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
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... dream . There , toil itself was ever play , ' Twas pleasure e'en to weep ; " Twas joy to think of dreams by day- The beautiful of sleep . When shall I see the wood , the plain , And dream those happy dreams again ? PSALM OF LIFE . What ...
... dream . There , toil itself was ever play , ' Twas pleasure e'en to weep ; " Twas joy to think of dreams by day- The beautiful of sleep . When shall I see the wood , the plain , And dream those happy dreams again ? PSALM OF LIFE . What ...
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... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers : And things are not what they seem . Life is real life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers : And things are not what they seem . Life is real life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
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... dream beneath that shade- Too solemn is the haunted ground Where Death his resting - place has made . I feel my heart beat but to think Each pulse is bearing life away ; I cannot rest upon the grave And not feel kindred to its clay ...
... dream beneath that shade- Too solemn is the haunted ground Where Death his resting - place has made . I feel my heart beat but to think Each pulse is bearing life away ; I cannot rest upon the grave And not feel kindred to its clay ...
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... dreams aught e'er shall shade or dim The sunshine on the wall ! But age steals on , life's roses fade , Joy's golden goblet prostrate lies Amid the dust of hopes decay'd , A tarnish'd , broken , worthless prize Dark clouds foretel its ...
... dreams aught e'er shall shade or dim The sunshine on the wall ! But age steals on , life's roses fade , Joy's golden goblet prostrate lies Amid the dust of hopes decay'd , A tarnish'd , broken , worthless prize Dark clouds foretel its ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
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Página 78 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 23 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Página 82 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Página 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 46 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 46 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Página 53 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 22 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 64 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 82 - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...