Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 6 筆
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... Patrick Spence Lucy To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy Mrs. Hemans . 106 Cowper . 107 Pope . 108 110 Wordsworth . 113 Burns . 114 Burns . 116 The Graves of a Household Mrs. Hemans . 118 The Solitary Reaper Wordsworth . 119 The Adopted Child ...
... Patrick Spence Lucy To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy Mrs. Hemans . 106 Cowper . 107 Pope . 108 110 Wordsworth . 113 Burns . 114 Burns . 116 The Graves of a Household Mrs. Hemans . 118 The Solitary Reaper Wordsworth . 119 The Adopted Child ...
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... home , And a sunny land , afar . HUMAN FRAILTY . His voice was heard where javelin - 106 TROUBADOUR SONG . Troubadour Song Human Frailty The Universal Prayer Sir Patrick Spence Lucy To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy Mrs Hemans.
... home , And a sunny land , afar . HUMAN FRAILTY . His voice was heard where javelin - 106 TROUBADOUR SONG . Troubadour Song Human Frailty The Universal Prayer Sir Patrick Spence Lucy To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy Mrs Hemans.
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... PATRICK SPENCE . THE king sits in Dunfermline town , Drinking the blude - red wine : " O , where shall I get a skeely skipper To sail this ship of mine ? " O ... PATRICK SPENCE . The first line that Sir Patrick 110 SIR PATRICK SPENCE .
... PATRICK SPENCE . THE king sits in Dunfermline town , Drinking the blude - red wine : " O , where shall I get a skeely skipper To sail this ship of mine ? " O ... PATRICK SPENCE . The first line that Sir Patrick 110 SIR PATRICK SPENCE .
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SIR PATRICK SPENCE . The first line that Sir Patrick read , Sae loud , loud , laughed he ; The next line that Sir Patrick read , The tear blinded his e'e . " O , wha is this has done this deed , This ill deed done to me ; To send me out ...
SIR PATRICK SPENCE . The first line that Sir Patrick read , Sae loud , loud , laughed he ; The next line that Sir Patrick read , The tear blinded his e'e . " O , wha is this has done this deed , This ill deed done to me ; To send me out ...
第 112 頁
... played , They wat their hats aboon . And mony was the feather - bed That flattered on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son , That never mair came hame . LUCY . The ladies wrang their fingers white , The 112 SIR PATRICK SPENCE .
... played , They wat their hats aboon . And mony was the feather - bed That flattered on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son , That never mair came hame . LUCY . The ladies wrang their fingers white , The 112 SIR PATRICK SPENCE .
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ARNOLD WINKELRIED BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child clouds Crocodile dark dear death deep delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair father fear flowers fly away home gentle glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king lady land Leigh Hunt light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb moon MOSS ROSE mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Patrick Spence praise PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree voice waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
熱門章節
第 68 頁 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
第 109 頁 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
第 62 頁 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
第 126 頁 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
第 154 頁 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
第 73 頁 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
第 160 頁 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
第 132 頁 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
第 74 頁 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
第 100 頁 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.