Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
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... seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief 32 WE ARE SEVEN . An Elegy written in a Country Churchyard.
... seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief 32 WE ARE SEVEN . An Elegy written in a Country Churchyard.
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... seen . His love ' s a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , — Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
... seen . His love ' s a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , — Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
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... Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . 66 May our prophet grant my wishes , Haughty chief 66 GENTLE RIVER .
... Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . 66 May our prophet grant my wishes , Haughty chief 66 GENTLE RIVER .
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... corn - ears to fill . " " O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " " Then take me on your knee , mother , TRADITIONARY BALLAD . 69 Traditionary ...
... corn - ears to fill . " " O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " " Then take me on your knee , mother , TRADITIONARY BALLAD . 69 Traditionary ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child coursers Crocodile customed hill dark dear death delight dost doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grass grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King lady lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mary Howitt maun merry mind mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen renegado rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought top-mast tree voice wakeful eye wandering waves weep wild wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 70 - 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.
Página 111 - 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...
Página 64 - 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!
Página 128 - 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.
Página 156 - 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.
Página 75 - 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.
Página 162 - 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.
Página 134 - 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.
Página 76 - 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.
Página 102 - 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.