Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... hope , sir , in the end . St. Suppose it so what have you next in view ? Y. That I may get to be a canon too . St. Well ; and how then ? Y. Why , then , for aught I know , I may be made a bishop . St. What then ? Y. Be it so- Why ...
... hope , sir , in the end . St. Suppose it so what have you next in view ? Y. That I may get to be a canon too . St. Well ; and how then ? Y. Why , then , for aught I know , I may be made a bishop . St. What then ? Y. Be it so- Why ...
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... hope , and may be all the rest ! Take my advice whatever may betide , For that which must be , first of all provide ; Then think of that which may be ; and indeed , When well prepar'd , who knows what may But you may be , as you are ...
... hope , and may be all the rest ! Take my advice whatever may betide , For that which must be , first of all provide ; Then think of that which may be ; and indeed , When well prepar'd , who knows what may But you may be , as you are ...
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... hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him . HOWITT . 15. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . UR bugles sang truce - for the night - cloud had lower'd , And the sentinel stars set their watch in the ...
... hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him . HOWITT . 15. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . UR bugles sang truce - for the night - cloud had lower'd , And the sentinel stars set their watch in the ...
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... hope and fear , Alternate triumph'd in his breast : His bliss and woe , · - - a smile , a tear ! - Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by ...
... hope and fear , Alternate triumph'd in his breast : His bliss and woe , · - - a smile , a tear ! - Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by ...
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... hope ; Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams and promises of day : Heav'n's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight . Too great its swiftness , and too strong its light . But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispell'd , The ...
... hope ; Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams and promises of day : Heav'n's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight . Too great its swiftness , and too strong its light . But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispell'd , The ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty beneath bird bless blood blow breast breath bright cheerful child comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers give gone grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honourable hope hour king knew laid land leaves light live look Lord meet mind morn mother never night o'er once peace plain poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round shade shine sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou Thou art thought Till tree Twas village voice waters waves weep wild winds young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind 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 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Seite 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Seite 160 - 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.
Seite 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Seite 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 35 - 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...