Poetry for RepetitionHenry Twells Longman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1862 - 226 páginas |
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... Village Preacher Page Newton Mrs. Hemans Cowper 79 80 81 • · T. Moore 82 · • • 84 85 85 • 88 • 90 91 • • · 93 • 94 · 95 · 60. Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman 61 , Confidence in God 62. The Battle of Hohenlinden 63. Those Evening Bells 64 ...
... Village Preacher Page Newton Mrs. Hemans Cowper 79 80 81 • · T. Moore 82 · • • 84 85 85 • 88 • 90 91 • • · 93 • 94 · 95 · 60. Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman 61 , Confidence in God 62. The Battle of Hohenlinden 63. Those Evening Bells 64 ...
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... Village Alehouse 107. Henry V.'s Speech at Agincourt 108. The Star of Bethlehem 109. On a distant Prospect of Eton College . J. Montgomery Goldsmith Shakespeare Kirke White Gray 162 · 157 159 159 · · 161 Page 110. Adam's Account of his ...
... Village Alehouse 107. Henry V.'s Speech at Agincourt 108. The Star of Bethlehem 109. On a distant Prospect of Eton College . J. Montgomery Goldsmith Shakespeare Kirke White Gray 162 · 157 159 159 · · 161 Page 110. Adam's Account of his ...
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... village with his song , Nor yet at eve his note suspended , Nor yet when eventide was ended , Began to feel , as well he might , — The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around , He spied , far off , upon the ground , A ...
... village with his song , Nor yet at eve his note suspended , Nor yet when eventide was ended , Began to feel , as well he might , — The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around , He spied , far off , upon the ground , A ...
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... was young , a single man , And after youthful follies ran , Though little giv'n to care and thought , Yet , so it was , an ewe I bought ; And other sheep from her I raised , As healthy POETRY FOR REPETITION . 59 39 The Village Preacher.
... was young , a single man , And after youthful follies ran , Though little giv'n to care and thought , Yet , so it was , an ewe I bought ; And other sheep from her I raised , As healthy POETRY FOR REPETITION . 59 39 The Village Preacher.
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... VILLAGE . ] WEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd ; Dear lovely bowers of ...
... VILLAGE . ] WEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd ; Dear lovely bowers of ...
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All's angelic songs battle Beau marked beneath birds bless blest bliss blood-hound Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Cæsar cheerful cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth Eugene Aram fair father fear fire flowers Gelert glorious glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill holly tree honourable hour J. G. LOCKHART king knew land light live look look'd Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd plain praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight sing SIR WALTER SCOTT Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee thine Thou art thought turn'd Twas village voice wandering waves weep wept wild yonder youth
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Página 195 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 86 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 196 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 5 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Página 25 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 134 - MY days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Página 79 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 200 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 123 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Página 211 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searcst, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.