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... Lord Ullin's Daughter , Love of Country , Lucy Gray , Lycidas , • · Browning , · Byron , Cowper , • Shakspeare , 139 Cowper , 109 Campbell , Scott ,. 133 Wordsworth ,. • Milton , 134 Shakspeare , 143 H. G. Bell , Shakspeare , 121 4 5 10 ...
... Lord Ullin's Daughter , Love of Country , Lucy Gray , Lycidas , • · Browning , · Byron , Cowper , • Shakspeare , 139 Cowper , 109 Campbell , Scott ,. 133 Wordsworth ,. • Milton , 134 Shakspeare , 143 H. G. Bell , Shakspeare , 121 4 5 10 ...
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... Lord ! I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers , If thou should'st ever come to Modena , I looked far back into other years , and lo ! in bright array , In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters , I sprang ...
... Lord ! I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers , If thou should'st ever come to Modena , I looked far back into other years , and lo ! in bright array , In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters , I sprang ...
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... in 1713 . How are Thy servants blest , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide , Their help Omnipotence . Realms , kingdoms . Remote , far away , distant THE CODE POETICAL READER . 3 Addison,
... in 1713 . How are Thy servants blest , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide , Their help Omnipotence . Realms , kingdoms . Remote , far away , distant THE CODE POETICAL READER . 3 Addison,
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... Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Impotent , unable , powerless . Laid , stilled , 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Whilst in the confidence of prayer , My soul took hold on Thee . For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , 25 I knew Thou ...
... Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Impotent , unable , powerless . Laid , stilled , 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Whilst in the confidence of prayer , My soul took hold on Thee . For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , 25 I knew Thou ...
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... Lord ! Thou Great First Cause , least understood , Who all my sense confined , To know but this , that Thou art good , And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in ...
... Lord ! Thou Great First Cause , least understood , Who all my sense confined , To know but this , that Thou art good , And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in ...
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Страница 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Страница 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
Страница 16 - 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,
Страница 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Страница 16 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Страница 88 - 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...
Страница 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Страница 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.