Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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... feel thy presence at my heart ? To hear thy whispers soft and kind , In holy silence of the mind ? Then rest my thoughts ; nor longer roam In quest of joy , for Heaven's at home . RURAL RECOLLECTIONS . SUNDAY MORNING . Walk to a village ...
... feel thy presence at my heart ? To hear thy whispers soft and kind , In holy silence of the mind ? Then rest my thoughts ; nor longer roam In quest of joy , for Heaven's at home . RURAL RECOLLECTIONS . SUNDAY MORNING . Walk to a village ...
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... Careful done up in covers neat , With book of prayer , companion meet . How pleasing is the grateful sight , Their russet gowns , and tippets white , And aprons short - kind gifts of those Who feel GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 11.
... Careful done up in covers neat , With book of prayer , companion meet . How pleasing is the grateful sight , Their russet gowns , and tippets white , And aprons short - kind gifts of those Who feel GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . 11.
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Joseph Guy. And aprons short - kind gifts of those Who feel their fellow - creatures ' woes . Thus clad , they meet those rites to share And join their benefactors ' prayer . To hear with them the words of truth , As beacons to their ...
Joseph Guy. And aprons short - kind gifts of those Who feel their fellow - creatures ' woes . Thus clad , they meet those rites to share And join their benefactors ' prayer . To hear with them the words of truth , As beacons to their ...
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... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the dead ; with them I live in long past years ; Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the dead ; with them I live in long past years ; Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
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... feel such rest again ? The crows upon the swelling hills , The cows upon the lea , Sheep feeding by the pasture rills , Are ever dear to me ; Because sweet freedom is their mate , - While I am lorn and desolate . I loved the winds when ...
... feel such rest again ? The crows upon the swelling hills , The cows upon the lea , Sheep feeding by the pasture rills , Are ever dear to me ; Because sweet freedom is their mate , - While I am lorn and desolate . I loved the winds when ...
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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...