The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 páginas |
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... hath blest me , sure it stil Will lead me on , O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile , Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile ! TO A CHILD . - F . T ...
... hath blest me , sure it stil Will lead me on , O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile , Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile ! TO A CHILD . - F . T ...
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... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure , of kind and tender feeling , And his every look's a gleam of light , rich depths of love revealing . When he walks with me , the country folk who pass us in the street Will shout ...
... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure , of kind and tender feeling , And his every look's a gleam of light , rich depths of love revealing . When he walks with me , the country folk who pass us in the street Will shout ...
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... hath His mysteries of grace , Ways that we cannot tell ; He hides them deep , like the hidden sleep Of him He loved so well . A FAREWELL.- Tennyson . FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee my ...
... hath His mysteries of grace , Ways that we cannot tell ; He hides them deep , like the hidden sleep Of him He loved so well . A FAREWELL.- Tennyson . FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee my ...
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... hath always striven , And ye raise it up for a witness still In the eye of earth and heaven . Then nail my head on yonder tower- Give every town a limb- And God who made shall gather them : I go from you to Him ! ' The morning dawned ...
... hath always striven , And ye raise it up for a witness still In the eye of earth and heaven . Then nail my head on yonder tower- Give every town a limb- And God who made shall gather them : I go from you to Him ! ' The morning dawned ...
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... hath roused the land- Light up the beacon pyre ! A hundred hills have seen the brand , And waved the sign of fire . A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast- And , hark ! was that the sound of seas ? A king to war ...
... hath roused the land- Light up the beacon pyre ! A hundred hills have seen the brand , And waved the sign of fire . A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast- And , hark ! was that the sound of seas ? A king to war ...
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Angel arms bear beneath blood brave breath bright child Church cloud crown dark dead dear death deep died dream earth England eyes face fair fall fear feel feet field flower give grace grave green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope keep King land late leaves light living look Lord lost meet morning mother mountain Nature ne'er never night o'er once pass past play rain rest rise rock roll rose round shine shore sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stone stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder Till trees turned voice watch wave weep wild wind
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Página 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Página 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Página 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Página 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Página 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Página 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Página 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Página 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...