A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, Издање 262 |
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... happy clime ; Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upwards and expire . There is a world above , Where parting is unknown ; A long eternity of love , Formed for the good alone : And faith ...
... happy clime ; Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upwards and expire . There is a world above , Where parting is unknown ; A long eternity of love , Formed for the good alone : And faith ...
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... happy spirits to alight Betwixt the world and heaven . Can all , that optics teach , unfold Thy form to please me so , As when I dreamt of gems and gold , Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil ...
... happy spirits to alight Betwixt the world and heaven . Can all , that optics teach , unfold Thy form to please me so , As when I dreamt of gems and gold , Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil ...
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... THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak of a better land , Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , 39.
... THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak of a better land , Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , 39.
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... happy years he had been at rest , Like a tender lamb in that father's breast ; And Peace and Joy and grateful Mirth , Had played round his home since the day of his birth : He felt not a pain , he knew not a care , He only knew , that ...
... happy years he had been at rest , Like a tender lamb in that father's breast ; And Peace and Joy and grateful Mirth , Had played round his home since the day of his birth : He felt not a pain , he knew not a care , He only knew , that ...
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... happy and wise ; All's for the best , -if man would but know it , Providence wishes us all to be blessed ! This is no dream of the pundit or poet ; Heaven is gracious , and - All's for the best ! All's for the best ; set this on your ...
... happy and wise ; All's for the best , -if man would but know it , Providence wishes us all to be blessed ! This is no dream of the pundit or poet ; Heaven is gracious , and - All's for the best ! All's for the best ; set this on your ...
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beam beautiful Bendemeer beneath Better rub bird blithe spirit bloom bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep delightful doth earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fair fear flower glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour hung o'er King labour land light living looks Lord lyre man's son inherits mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor man's son praise rest rise roll round rub than rust shade shine silent silent night sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne twas Vital spark voice wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
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Страница 85 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Страница 92 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Страница 66 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Страница 66 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Страница 85 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Страница 69 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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.
Страница 87 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Страница 90 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Страница 79 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Страница 60 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.