Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childish tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness ...
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childish tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness ...
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... meet : Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart , Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet , it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not the soft ...
... meet : Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart , Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet , it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not the soft ...
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... — The promised Father of the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes , Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er , The POETRY FOR REPETITION . 45 The Minstrel-Boy.
... — The promised Father of the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes , Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er , The POETRY FOR REPETITION . 45 The Minstrel-Boy.
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... meet , And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet : The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake ; Pleased , the green lustre of the scales survey , And with their forky tongue shall innocently ...
... meet , And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet : The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake ; Pleased , the green lustre of the scales survey , And with their forky tongue shall innocently ...
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... meet To our king . " Then Denmark bless'd our chief , That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose , As death withdrew his shades from the day ; While the sun look'd shining bright , O'er ...
... meet To our king . " Then Denmark bless'd our chief , That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose , As death withdrew his shades from the day ; While the sun look'd shining bright , O'er ...
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Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
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236 ページ - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
96 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...
224 ページ - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
173 ページ - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
157 ページ - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
160 ページ - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
240 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
173 ページ - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
65 ページ - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
35 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...