Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... thou . With saunt'ring step he climbs the distant stile For ewes that stood aloof with fearful eye Suspends the chorus of the spinner's song . O'er the grave where our hero we buried . Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening ...
... thou . With saunt'ring step he climbs the distant stile For ewes that stood aloof with fearful eye Suspends the chorus of the spinner's song . O'er the grave where our hero we buried . Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening ...
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... , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter awful Thou ! With clouds and storms Around. 2 A HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
... , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter awful Thou ! With clouds and storms Around. 2 A HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
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In Winter awful Thou ! With clouds and storms Around Thee thrown , tempest o'er tempest roll'd , Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing , Riding sublime , Thou bid'st the world adore , And humblest Nature with Thy northern blast ...
In Winter awful Thou ! With clouds and storms Around Thee thrown , tempest o'er tempest roll'd , Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing , Riding sublime , Thou bid'st the world adore , And humblest Nature with Thy northern blast ...
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... thou , majestic main , A secret world of wonders in thyself , Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall . Soft - roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled ...
... thou , majestic main , A secret world of wonders in thyself , Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall . Soft - roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled ...
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... in sad array Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne ; Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn . " THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap. 26 AN ELEGY WRITTEN.
... in sad array Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne ; Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn . " THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap. 26 AN ELEGY WRITTEN.
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.