Poetry for RepetitionHenry Twells Longman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1862 - 226 ページ |
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... leaves of the forest when summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , That host , on the morrow , lay wither'd and strown . For the Angel of Death spread ...
... leaves of the forest when summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , That host , on the morrow , lay wither'd and strown . For the Angel of Death spread ...
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... leaf are born . The cottage Homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet - fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless ...
... leaf are born . The cottage Homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet - fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless ...
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... leaf on the spray . I wish , oh , I wish I were yonder cloud , That sails about with its misty shroud ; Books and work I no more should see , But I'd come and float , dear mother , o'er thee ! MRS . GILMAN . 23. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN ...
... leaf on the spray . I wish , oh , I wish I were yonder cloud , That sails about with its misty shroud ; Books and work I no more should see , But I'd come and float , dear mother , o'er thee ! MRS . GILMAN . 23. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN ...
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... bed may weep . One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast , On a blood - red field of Spain . And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves 80 POETRY FOR REPETITION .
... bed may weep . One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast , On a blood - red field of Spain . And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves 80 POETRY FOR REPETITION .
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Henry Twells. And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fann'd ; She faded ' midst Italian flowers , — The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who play'd Beneath the same green tree ; Whose ...
Henry Twells. And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fann'd ; She faded ' midst Italian flowers , — The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who play'd Beneath the same green tree ; Whose ...
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All's angelic songs battle Beau marked beneath birds bless blest bliss blood-hound Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Cæsar cheerful cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth Eugene Aram fair father fear fire flowers Gelert glorious glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill holly tree honourable hour J. G. LOCKHART king knew land light live look look'd Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd plain praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight sing SIR WALTER SCOTT Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee thine Thou art thought turn'd Twas village voice wandering waves weep wept wild yonder youth
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195 ページ - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
86 ページ - 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...
196 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
5 ページ - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. 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...
25 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...
134 ページ - MY days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
79 ページ - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
200 ページ - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
123 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
211 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searcst, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.