Poetry for school and home, from the best authors, ed. by T. ShorterThomas Shorter 1861 |
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... deep impression on the mind , and should , therefore , be of a kind which may be recalled with pleasure and profit in after- life . This , at least , is the view which has chiefly governed my selection of the pieces in the present ...
... deep impression on the mind , and should , therefore , be of a kind which may be recalled with pleasure and profit in after- life . This , at least , is the view which has chiefly governed my selection of the pieces in the present ...
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... deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; - My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up ; oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand ...
... deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; - My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up ; oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand ...
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... deep and white . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl , And the poorest twig on the elm tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl . From sheds , new roofed with Carrara , Came Chanticleer's muffled crow , The stiff ...
... deep and white . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl , And the poorest twig on the elm tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl . From sheds , new roofed with Carrara , Came Chanticleer's muffled crow , The stiff ...
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... deep - stabbed woe . And again to the child I whispered , " The snow that husheth all , Darling , the merciful Father Alone can make it fall . " Then , with eyes that saw not , I kissed her , And she , kissing back , could not know That ...
... deep - stabbed woe . And again to the child I whispered , " The snow that husheth all , Darling , the merciful Father Alone can make it fall . " Then , with eyes that saw not , I kissed her , And she , kissing back , could not know That ...
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... deep dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
... deep dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
Termos e frases comuns
angel BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms blow blue bowers breast breath breeze bright buds CASABIANCA child CINQUE PORTS cloud cottage cowslips cried CUCKOO dance dead dear death delight doth dream earth ECHOING GREEN ELIZA COOK eyes fair Father flowers gentle glad green guilders HAMELIN happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock JOHN GILPIN lamb land laugh LEGEND OF WARKWORTH light look Lucy MARY HOWITT merry moon morning mother nest never night NIGHT SONG o'er PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN pity pleasant poor pray prayer Queen round sail shining sing SIR JOHN MOORE sister sleep smile snow song sorrow Speak gently spring stars stept sweet tears thee There's thine thou tree trysting-tree Twas unto village waves wild wind wing young
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Página 39 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Página 111 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 167 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 110 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 10 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Página 180 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Página 91 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Página 142 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Página 73 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Página 55 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.