Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... earth . E. V. B ... GEORGE THOMAS BIRKET FOSTER 2 · BIRKET FOSTER 5 BIRKET FOSTER · 9 BIRKET FOSTER • • 13 BIRKET FOSTER . 14 E. V. B ... • • 15 BIRKET FOSTER 16 GEORGE THOMAS . 17 GEORGE THOMAS 18 19 20 • E. V. B. . 21 BIRKET FOSTER 22 ...
... earth . E. V. B ... GEORGE THOMAS BIRKET FOSTER 2 · BIRKET FOSTER 5 BIRKET FOSTER · 9 BIRKET FOSTER • • 13 BIRKET FOSTER . 14 E. V. B ... • • 15 BIRKET FOSTER 16 GEORGE THOMAS . 17 GEORGE THOMAS 18 19 20 • E. V. B. . 21 BIRKET FOSTER 22 ...
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... earth this grateful change revolves , With transport touches all the springs of life . Nature , attend join every living soul , Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join , and , ardent , raise One general song ! To Him ...
... earth this grateful change revolves , With transport touches all the springs of life . Nature , attend join every living soul , Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join , and , ardent , raise One general song ! To Him ...
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... earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From ...
... earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From ...
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... furthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes , Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains , or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic Isles ; tis nought to me A HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
... furthest verge Of the green earth , to distant barbarous climes , Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains , or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic Isles ; tis nought to me A HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
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THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . 28 AN ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD ...
THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . 28 AN ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Seite 258 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 64 - But, hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily Mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek, With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Seite 30 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
Seite 241 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Seite 72 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Seite 1 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Seite 110 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Seite 89 - St. Agnes' Eve* — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Seite 265 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by : And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.