Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to the Present Time, Under Separate Divisions, with Introductions Explaining the Different Species of PoetryCommissioners of National Education in Ireland, 1851 |
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... blessed the poet's pen ; the solitary thoughts of the invalid have been transported to green fields and cooling streams , and his languid ear charmed with the woodland song ; even the pious soul is awakened to a more exalted feeling of ...
... blessed the poet's pen ; the solitary thoughts of the invalid have been transported to green fields and cooling streams , and his languid ear charmed with the woodland song ; even the pious soul is awakened to a more exalted feeling of ...
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... Blessed are they that have not seen , and yet have believed , Hymn of the Moravian Nuns at the Con- secration of Pulaski's Banner , Flowers , Hymn of Nature , The Autumn Evening , Feats of Death , Consolations of Religion to the Poor ...
... Blessed are they that have not seen , and yet have believed , Hymn of the Moravian Nuns at the Con- secration of Pulaski's Banner , Flowers , Hymn of Nature , The Autumn Evening , Feats of Death , Consolations of Religion to the Poor ...
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... Blessed are they that have not seen , and yet have be- Friendship , 235 lieved , • . 181 BLOOMFIELD , Robert . The Beacon , 192 · Solitude , 103 Prayer , 193 Hospitality , 263 The Evening Hour , 194 Lambs at Play , • 440 There is a ...
... Blessed are they that have not seen , and yet have be- Friendship , 235 lieved , • . 181 BLOOMFIELD , Robert . The Beacon , 192 · Solitude , 103 Prayer , 193 Hospitality , 263 The Evening Hour , 194 Lambs at Play , • 440 There is a ...
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... raise The glory of thy Maker's sacred name : Use all thy powers , that blessed power to praise , Which gives thee power to be , and use the same . HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER . BEN JONSON . BORN 12 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS .
... raise The glory of thy Maker's sacred name : Use all thy powers , that blessed power to praise , Which gives thee power to be , and use the same . HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER . BEN JONSON . BORN 12 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS .
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... ; God shall extirp , and cast ye from his sight . My soul , bless thou this all - commanding King— You saints and angels , Hallelujah sing ! NO TRUST IN TIME . 15 WILLIAM DRUMMOND . BORN 14 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS .
... ; God shall extirp , and cast ye from his sight . My soul , bless thou this all - commanding King— You saints and angels , Hallelujah sing ! NO TRUST IN TIME . 15 WILLIAM DRUMMOND . BORN 14 SELECTIONS FROM THE BRITISH POETS .
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ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN POETRY beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom BORN bowers breast breath bright calm charms clouds dark death deep delight Descriptive Poetry DIED doth earth English Poetry eternal fair flowers gaze GILES FLETCHER gloom glorious glory glow grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope hour HYMN JAMES THOMSON labour LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light live look Lord MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur nature nature's night numbers o'er pastoral pastoral poetry peace pleasure poetry poets praise prayer rest rill rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thought toil trees trembling vale voice wave weary wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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第59页 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come...
第204页 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
第203页 - To die, to sleep ; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
第429页 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
第204页 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
第325页 - 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...
第144页 - We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
第375页 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
第11页 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
第355页 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.