A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, Издање 262 |
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... sings in the sky , Die when die thou must ! Day is waking , leaves are shaking , Better rub than rust . In the grave there's sleep enough— Better rub than rust : Death perhaps is hunger proof , Die when die thou must ; Men are mowing ...
... sings in the sky , Die when die thou must ! Day is waking , leaves are shaking , Better rub than rust . In the grave there's sleep enough— Better rub than rust : Death perhaps is hunger proof , Die when die thou must ; Men are mowing ...
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... singing In the sea and sky . Nature sings to me for ever , Earnest listener I : State for state , with all attendants , Who would change ? Not I. THE DAFFODILS , I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills ...
... singing In the sea and sky . Nature sings to me for ever , Earnest listener I : State for state , with all attendants , Who would change ? Not I. THE DAFFODILS , I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills ...
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... sing your praise , sweet evening bells ! CONFIDENCE IN GOD . How are thy servants bless'd , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide , Their help - Omnipotence . In foreign realms , and lands remote , Supported ...
... sing your praise , sweet evening bells ! CONFIDENCE IN GOD . How are thy servants bless'd , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide , Their help - Omnipotence . In foreign realms , and lands remote , Supported ...
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... Sing with rapture of his love , Through the heavens his praises sounding , Filling all the courts above . Spread thy wings , my soul , and fly Straight to yonder world on high . Go and share his people's glory : Mid'st the ransom'd ...
... Sing with rapture of his love , Through the heavens his praises sounding , Filling all the courts above . Spread thy wings , my soul , and fly Straight to yonder world on high . Go and share his people's glory : Mid'st the ransom'd ...
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... sings , When glittering in the freshen'd fields , The snowy mushroom springs . How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain , tower , and town , Or mirror'd in the ocean vast , A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark ...
... sings , When glittering in the freshen'd fields , The snowy mushroom springs . How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain , tower , and town , Or mirror'd in the ocean vast , A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark ...
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beam beautiful beneath bird blithe spirit bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket CHARLES MACKAY charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fear flowers glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour King labour land light Little by little little longer living looks Lord lyre mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor poor man's son praise rest rise round rub than rust shade shine silent simple plan sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne toil twas Vital spark voice Wait a little wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
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Страница 79 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Страница 86 - 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 60 - 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 60 - 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 79 - 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 63 - 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 81 - 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 84 - 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 73 - 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 54 - 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.