Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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... sings but seldom now Up there in the old lime ; Where hours and hours he used to sing → When I was in my prime . Such cutting winds came never then , To pierce one through and through ; More softly fell the silent shower , More balmily ...
... sings but seldom now Up there in the old lime ; Where hours and hours he used to sing → When I was in my prime . Such cutting winds came never then , To pierce one through and through ; More softly fell the silent shower , More balmily ...
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... sing your praise , sweet evening bells . AGAINST SLANDER . ANON . SWEET to the scent's the smiling brier Yet , touched , it gives us pain ; The stream , which we so much admire , Is often stain'd with rain . The painting that delights ...
... sing your praise , sweet evening bells . AGAINST SLANDER . ANON . SWEET to the scent's the smiling brier Yet , touched , it gives us pain ; The stream , which we so much admire , Is often stain'd with rain . The painting that delights ...
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... sing , He pecks his swelling breast and neck , and trims his ' little wing . He will not fly ; he knows full well , while chirping on that spray , I would not harm him for a world , or interrupt his lay . Sing on , sing on , blithe bird ...
... sing , He pecks his swelling breast and neck , and trims his ' little wing . He will not fly ; he knows full well , while chirping on that spray , I would not harm him for a world , or interrupt his lay . Sing on , sing on , blithe bird ...
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... sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near , and the daylight's past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But when the wind blows ...
... sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near , and the daylight's past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But when the wind blows ...
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... singing there ? I ask each stream , whose glancing beam , Makes glad each flow'ry dell , Each bird , each wood , each crag , each flood- But none of these will tell . I ask the crowd , so gay and loud , If in its maze ye hide ? The ...
... singing there ? I ask each stream , whose glancing beam , Makes glad each flow'ry dell , Each bird , each wood , each crag , each flood- But none of these will tell . I ask the crowd , so gay and loud , If in its maze ye hide ? The ...
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Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
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78 ページ - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
23 ページ - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
82 ページ - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
84 ページ - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
46 ページ - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
46 ページ - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
53 ページ - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
22 ページ - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
64 ページ - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
82 ページ - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...