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... Flowers . The Dying Storm The Orphan Beggar - boy The Monkey • The Departure of the Swallow Evening . The Mother To - morrow . E. T. Frier W. C. Bryant J. A. Langford Mary Howitt Miss F. H. Gould W. Milliner Mary Howitt William Howitt ...
... Flowers . The Dying Storm The Orphan Beggar - boy The Monkey • The Departure of the Swallow Evening . The Mother To - morrow . E. T. Frier W. C. Bryant J. A. Langford Mary Howitt Miss F. H. Gould W. Milliner Mary Howitt William Howitt ...
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... flower . In thousand shapes and colours rise Thy painted wonders to our eyes ; While beasts and birds with lab'ring throats , Teach us a God in thousand notes . The meanest pin in nature's frame , Marks out some letter of thy name ...
... flower . In thousand shapes and colours rise Thy painted wonders to our eyes ; While beasts and birds with lab'ring throats , Teach us a God in thousand notes . The meanest pin in nature's frame , Marks out some letter of thy name ...
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... flower . But Thou , too , mad'st that floweret gay To glitter in the dawn ; The hand that fired the lamp of day , The blazing comet launch'd away , Painted the velvet lawn . As falls a sparrow to the ground , Obedient to B 3 GUY'S ...
... flower . But Thou , too , mad'st that floweret gay To glitter in the dawn ; The hand that fired the lamp of day , The blazing comet launch'd away , Painted the velvet lawn . As falls a sparrow to the ground , Obedient to B 3 GUY'S ...
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... flowers our valleys fair ; And on our mountains steep the songs Of happy swains be there . Too long the man of blood Hath ruled without control ; Nor widows ' tears nor orphans ' sighs , Could touch his iron soul . But , lo ! the ...
... flowers our valleys fair ; And on our mountains steep the songs Of happy swains be there . Too long the man of blood Hath ruled without control ; Nor widows ' tears nor orphans ' sighs , Could touch his iron soul . But , lo ! the ...
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... flower , Which , though doom'd to pass away , Has in its fragrance so much power , That we forget ' twill soon decay . What is Hope ? A friendly raft , To which poor drowning mortals cling , Forgetting winds may never waft Them to the ...
... flower , Which , though doom'd to pass away , Has in its fragrance so much power , That we forget ' twill soon decay . What is Hope ? A friendly raft , To which poor drowning mortals cling , Forgetting winds may never waft Them to the ...
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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...