The new poetical reader, ed. by J.C. CurtisJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 páginas |
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... morning run . In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine , In your thoughts the brooklet's flow ; But in mine is the wind of Autumn , And the first fall of the snow . Ah ! what would the world be to us , If the children were no more ...
... morning run . In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine , In your thoughts the brooklet's flow ; But in mine is the wind of Autumn , And the first fall of the snow . Ah ! what would the world be to us , If the children were no more ...
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... morning , needs must fade : But there shall flow another tide , So let me hope , and far Over the outstretch'd waters wide Shall shine another star . In every change of Man's estate Are lights and guides allow'd ; The fiery pillar will ...
... morning , needs must fade : But there shall flow another tide , So let me hope , and far Over the outstretch'd waters wide Shall shine another star . In every change of Man's estate Are lights and guides allow'd ; The fiery pillar will ...
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... morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum : The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and giowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow ...
... morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum : The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and giowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow ...
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... morning , Nor in that rigid chain of time Read any note of warning . Why are the years together forged And bound by Fate's decree , If the golden days of Childhood May not return to me ? 6 I love the broken plaything ghosts That once ...
... morning , Nor in that rigid chain of time Read any note of warning . Why are the years together forged And bound by Fate's decree , If the golden days of Childhood May not return to me ? 6 I love the broken plaything ghosts That once ...
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... : I go from you to Him ! ' The morning dawned full darkly , The rain came flashing down , And the jagged streak of the levin - bolt Lit up the gloomy town : The thunder crashed across the heaven , The fatal hour The New Poetical Reader .
... : I go from you to Him ! ' The morning dawned full darkly , The rain came flashing down , And the jagged streak of the levin - bolt Lit up the gloomy town : The thunder crashed across the heaven , The fatal hour The New Poetical Reader .
Términos y frases comunes
Angel Art thou Arth Avés beneath Birkenhead blast blood brave breast breath bright brow calm child Church of Brou cloud Crom Cromwell crown Dalhem Danube dark days of Childhood dead dear death deep dream Duchess earth England eyes F. T. Palgrave fair falchion fear flower gallant galloped giveth His beloved glory golden grace grave hand Hark hath head hear heard heart heaven Her's hill honour Hubert King Robert light look Lord Lucknow mighty mighty heart morning mother mountain Neath never night o'er old oaken bucket pibroch prayer rest rock roll round Saint Andrew's cross Saint Peter's square shalt shine shore shout Sicily sight silence sing sleep smile Somebody's Darling song soul sound strife sweet SWEET day tears thee thine thou art thought thunder thunderpeal tomb trees Valmond voice wave weep wept 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...