Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... breast 105 Isabel Tennyson . 106 Sunday Herbert . 108 Hymn of Pan Shelley . 109 L'Allegro Milton . . 110 Il Penseroso Milton . 114 Why thus longing ? Miss Winslow . 120 Vanity Herbert . 121 • The Cloud Leigh Hunt . 122 The Dryads Leigh ...
... breast 105 Isabel Tennyson . 106 Sunday Herbert . 108 Hymn of Pan Shelley . 109 L'Allegro Milton . . 110 Il Penseroso Milton . 114 Why thus longing ? Miss Winslow . 120 Vanity Herbert . 121 • The Cloud Leigh Hunt . 122 The Dryads Leigh ...
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... breast . I asked her why she loitered there , When the night - wind was so chill ; She turned her head and bade the child , That screamed behind , be still . She told us that her husband served , A soldier , far away , And therefore to ...
... breast . I asked her why she loitered there , When the night - wind was so chill ; She turned her head and bade the child , That screamed behind , be still . She told us that her husband served , A soldier , far away , And therefore to ...
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... breast ? And not sit the table near , Weeping tear on infant's tear ? And not sit , both night and day , Weeping all our tears away ? O , no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! He doth give his joy to all ; He becomes an ...
... breast ? And not sit the table near , Weeping tear on infant's tear ? And not sit , both night and day , Weeping all our tears away ? O , no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! He doth give his joy to all ; He becomes an ...
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... breast of the new fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below ,. When. what. to. my. wondering. eyes. should. appear. ,. But a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer , With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a ...
... breast of the new fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below ,. When. what. to. my. wondering. eyes. should. appear. ,. But a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer , With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a ...
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... breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feathered friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane . MARINER'S HYMN . - Mrs. Southey . LAUNCH thy bark , mariner ! Christian , God speed thee ! Let loose the rudder bands , Good angels ...
... breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feathered friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane . MARINER'S HYMN . - Mrs. Southey . LAUNCH thy bark , mariner ! Christian , God speed thee ! Let loose the rudder bands , Good angels ...
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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.