Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 ページ |
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... weary way , · He loves to hear my talk , The theme of which is mostly this , What things he once could do ; He listens pleased , then sadly says , " Sister , I lean on you ! " Then I reply , " Indeed you ' re not Scarce any weight at ...
... weary way , · He loves to hear my talk , The theme of which is mostly this , What things he once could do ; He listens pleased , then sadly says , " Sister , I lean on you ! " Then I reply , " Indeed you ' re not Scarce any weight at ...
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... weary , faint , and sad was he ; And , ah ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . CHORUS . The white man shall our pity share ; Alas ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . The storm ...
... weary , faint , and sad was he ; And , ah ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . CHORUS . The white man shall our pity share ; Alas ! no wife , or mother's care , For him the milk or corn prepare . The storm ...
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... appetite their coarse and joyless meal . They rise up in the morning , ne'er dreaming of delight , And weary , spent , and heartsore , they go to bed at night . 78 THE TWO ESTATES . They have no brave apparel THE TWO ESTATES . 77.
... appetite their coarse and joyless meal . They rise up in the morning , ne'er dreaming of delight , And weary , spent , and heartsore , they go to bed at night . 78 THE TWO ESTATES . They have no brave apparel THE TWO ESTATES . 77.
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... weary winter comin ' fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dweil , Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro ' thy cell . That wee - bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now ...
... weary winter comin ' fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dweil , Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro ' thy cell . That wee - bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now ...
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... weary bands Of travellers , in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands ; Such thrilling voice was never heard In spring - time from the cuckoo bird , 120 THE ADOPTED CHILD . Breaking the silence of the THE SOLITARY REAPER . 119 The ...
... weary bands Of travellers , in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands ; Such thrilling voice was never heard In spring - time from the cuckoo bird , 120 THE ADOPTED CHILD . Breaking the silence of the THE SOLITARY REAPER . 119 The ...
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AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brother brow canst cheer child Crocodile dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king Lady Moon lady-bird land Leigh Hunt light live lonely look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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322 ページ - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
174 ページ - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
135 ページ - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
135 ページ - 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.
320 ページ - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
357 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...
410 ページ - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
365 ページ - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
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.
113 ページ - 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.