Poetry for children, selected and arranged with notes by E.A. Helps, Band 3Edmund Arthur Helps 1884 |
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... pass'd , And from the brink she hurries fast , Lest she should drown herself therein . 295 And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " O dear , dear pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh , carry back my Idiot Boy ! And ...
... pass'd , And from the brink she hurries fast , Lest she should drown herself therein . 295 And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " O dear , dear pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh , carry back my Idiot Boy ! And ...
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... pass them as they go . " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ! " Eleven the church - bells chime ; " O God , " she cries , " Help Bregenz , And bring me there in time ! " 104 I12 120 128 But louder than bells ' ringing , Or lowing of A ...
... pass them as they go . " Faster ! " she cries , " Oh , faster ! " Eleven the church - bells chime ; " O God , " she cries , " Help Bregenz , And bring me there in time ! " 104 I12 120 128 But louder than bells ' ringing , Or lowing of A ...
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... pass'd away . -My little heroine ! though I ne'er Can look upon thy features fair Nor kiss the lips that mangled were : Too small a thing from Fame to have A portion with the great and brave , And unknown in thy lowly grave : Yet thy ...
... pass'd away . -My little heroine ! though I ne'er Can look upon thy features fair Nor kiss the lips that mangled were : Too small a thing from Fame to have A portion with the great and brave , And unknown in thy lowly grave : Yet thy ...
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... pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last . 1 The author , Cowper , lost his mother when he was six years ... passes in which I do not think of her ; such was the impression her tenderness made upon me . " Those lips are thine ...
... pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last . 1 The author , Cowper , lost his mother when he was six years ... passes in which I do not think of her ; such was the impression her tenderness made upon me . " Those lips are thine ...
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... pass my lips no more ! 35 Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long believed , And disappointed still , was still deceived ; By expectation every day ...
... pass my lips no more ! 35 Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long believed , And disappointed still , was still deceived ; By expectation every day ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
alludes Antonio Arth Bassanio battle of Evesham beauty beneath Betty Betty Foy bird blood brave breath Bregenz called castle cheer clouds cried dark daughter dead dear death deed deep doth Duke dusky ridge earth echoing green eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fanciful father fear feast feeling fire flowers gentle give grave happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill honour horse Hubert Idiot Boy Islington Johnny king lady light limbs live look lord LORD BYRON maid Marmion means mind morning ne'er noble noise o'er perly pilgrim boy Portia pretty Bessy pride prince quoth red-cross knight rising Romford round Shylock sight smile sorrow soul sound spirit steed stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Twas verses voice wandering wave wild wind wood word youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 221 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 121 - And there was mounting in hot haste ; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 100 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 202 - Duty! if that name thou love, Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Seite 221 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Seite 99 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Seite 174 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, 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.
Seite 101 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 240 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made • And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.