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... Spring from the " Farmer's Boy " 434 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . - 1785- Comfort in Old Age . THOMAS CAMPBELL . - 1777-1844 . . 539 Hohenlinden 540 1806 . The Rainbow 542 Solitude 451 The Battle of the Baltic . The Early Primrose 545 452 Ye ...
... Spring from the " Farmer's Boy " 434 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . - 1785- Comfort in Old Age . THOMAS CAMPBELL . - 1777-1844 . . 539 Hohenlinden 540 1806 . The Rainbow 542 Solitude 451 The Battle of the Baltic . The Early Primrose 545 452 Ye ...
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... Spring of the Year . MRS . HEMANS . - 1793-1834 . The Homes of England . Casabianca . REV . RICHARD HARRIS BAR- HAM . - 1788-1845 . As I lay a - thynkynge . LEIGH HUNT . - 1784-1859 . Abou Ben Adhem . ANN AND JANE TAYLOR . - 1783- 1867 ...
... Spring of the Year . MRS . HEMANS . - 1793-1834 . The Homes of England . Casabianca . REV . RICHARD HARRIS BAR- HAM . - 1788-1845 . As I lay a - thynkynge . LEIGH HUNT . - 1784-1859 . Abou Ben Adhem . ANN AND JANE TAYLOR . - 1783- 1867 ...
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... spring of love gushed from my heart Till noon we quietly sailed on . E. H. WEHNERT E. H. WEHNERT vixt } E. DUNCAN I heard , and in my soul discerned two voices in the air The moon was high ; the dead men stood together And on the bay ...
... spring of love gushed from my heart Till noon we quietly sailed on . E. H. WEHNERT E. H. WEHNERT vixt } E. DUNCAN I heard , and in my soul discerned two voices in the air The moon was high ; the dead men stood together And on the bay ...
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... springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ;. " THE SOOTE SEASON . " Fair Cynthia's silver light , That beats on running streams. 24 HOWARD . 1516-47- FAVOURITE ENGLISH POEMS . The ...
... springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ;. " THE SOOTE SEASON . " Fair Cynthia's silver light , That beats on running streams. 24 HOWARD . 1516-47- FAVOURITE ENGLISH POEMS . The ...
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... springs . THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION OF HIS NYMPH . BY EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . - 1534-1604 . some time on the He took an active [ EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD , was born about the year 1534 , and after having been educated in ...
... springs . THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION OF HIS NYMPH . BY EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . - 1534-1604 . some time on the He took an active [ EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD , was born about the year 1534 , and after having been educated in ...
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beauty birds BIRKET FOSTER born breast breath bright C. W. COPE CRESWICK dead dear death delight died doth dread E. H. WEHNERT E. M. WIMPERIS Earl earth eyes Faerie Queene fair fame favourite fear flowers gentle GEORGE THOMAS GILES FLETCHER give glory grace grave green grief groves GUSTAVE DORÉ happy HARRISON WEIR hast hath hear heart heaven honour Hudibras John Barleycorn JOHN GILBERT JOSHUA SYLVESTER King lady leave live Lochaber Lord Lute Lycidas merry mind morn ne'er never night Nightingale numbers nymph o'er Oxford pain Piers Ploughman pleasure poem poet praise pride queen rise rose round run softly sche seem'd shade shepherd sigh sing sleep smile sorrow soul sound spring swain Sweet Thames tears Tell thee thine thou art thought trembling Twas unto voice waves Westminster Abbey wild wind youth
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318 ページ - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
307 ページ - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
304 ページ - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
582 ページ - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
70 ページ - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
419 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
301 ページ - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
299 ページ - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
494 ページ - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
552 ページ - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...