The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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... winter , and will be A verdant offering to my memory , And call it mine ! " " Sister ! my young rose - tree- That all the spring has been my pleasant care , Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair , I give it thee . " And when ...
... winter , and will be A verdant offering to my memory , And call it mine ! " " Sister ! my young rose - tree- That all the spring has been my pleasant care , Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair , I give it thee . " And when ...
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... winter time ) , A woman on the road I met , Not old , though something past her prime ; Majestic in her person , tall and straight ; And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait . The ancient spirit is not dead , — Old times. 1. In ...
... winter time ) , A woman on the road I met , Not old , though something past her prime ; Majestic in her person , tall and straight ; And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait . The ancient spirit is not dead , — Old times. 1. In ...
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... winter is unknown to him ; and he leaves the green meadows of England in autumn for the myrtle and orange groves of Italy , and for the palms of Africa . " The bird does not winter in Italy , leaving it in autumn , and going off in the ...
... winter is unknown to him ; and he leaves the green meadows of England in autumn for the myrtle and orange groves of Italy , and for the palms of Africa . " The bird does not winter in Italy , leaving it in autumn , and going off in the ...
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... winter ? 4. Where does she build her nest ? 5. What constitutes her food ? 6. Why do we hear her twittering with gladness ? 7. Repeat the kind wishes in verse 3d . 8. Illustrate the two last lines of verse 4th . 9. Does the swallow not ...
... winter ? 4. Where does she build her nest ? 5. What constitutes her food ? 6. Why do we hear her twittering with gladness ? 7. Repeat the kind wishes in verse 3d . 8. Illustrate the two last lines of verse 4th . 9. Does the swallow not ...
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... winter by the transition of a mellowed autumn . As it sprang almost of a sudden out of winter , so it retires ; but the wild birds , instinct - taught , anticipate the time when river and lake , pond and inlet , will be locked up with ...
... winter by the transition of a mellowed autumn . As it sprang almost of a sudden out of winter , so it retires ; but the wild birds , instinct - taught , anticipate the time when river and lake , pond and inlet , will be locked up with ...
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74 ページ - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
49 ページ - 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...
27 ページ - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
92 ページ - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
72 ページ - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
96 ページ - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
91 ページ - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
58 ページ - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
59 ページ - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
91 ページ - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.