Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... rise ! The jolly old miller , how he will laugh , Till the tears fill both his eyes ! ' " And some , they seized the little winds , That sounded over the hill , And each put a horn into his mouth , And blew so sharp and shrill : “ And ...
... rise ! The jolly old miller , how he will laugh , Till the tears fill both his eyes ! ' " And some , they seized the little winds , That sounded over the hill , And each put a horn into his mouth , And blew so sharp and shrill : “ And ...
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... their coarse and joyless meal . They rise up in the morning ne'er dreaming of de- light , And weary , spent , and heartsore they go to bed at night . They have no brave apparel , with golden clasp and THE TWO ESTATES . 77.
... their coarse and joyless meal . They rise up in the morning ne'er dreaming of de- light , And weary , spent , and heartsore they go to bed at night . They have no brave apparel , with golden clasp and THE TWO ESTATES . 77.
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... rise around ; And Martinico loads her ships With produce from those dear - saved slips . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . - Southey . Ir was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage - door Was sitting in the sun ...
... rise around ; And Martinico loads her ships With produce from those dear - saved slips . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . - Southey . Ir was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage - door Was sitting in the sun ...
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... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly ; But I heard ...
... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly ; But I heard ...
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... rise ! SIR PATRICK SPENCE . THE king sits in Dunfermline town , Drinking the blude - red wine : " O , where shall I get a skeely skipper To sail this ship of mine ? " O , up and spake an eldern knight , - Sat at the king's right knee ...
... rise ! SIR PATRICK SPENCE . THE king sits in Dunfermline town , Drinking the blude - red wine : " O , where shall I get a skeely skipper To sail this ship of mine ? " O , up and spake an eldern knight , - Sat at the king's right knee ...
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70 ページ - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
111 ページ - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
64 ページ - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
128 ページ - 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. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
156 ページ - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
75 ページ - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
162 ページ - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
134 ページ - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
76 ページ - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
102 ページ - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.