Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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Herbert Courthope Bowen. They wept - and turning homeward cried , " In heaven we all shall meet ; 99 -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downwards from the steep hill's edge 45 They tracked the footmarks ...
Herbert Courthope Bowen. They wept - and turning homeward cried , " In heaven we all shall meet ; 99 -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downwards from the steep hill's edge 45 They tracked the footmarks ...
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... Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestowed , Shame and ruin wait for you ! " 30 35 40 FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS : 1794-1835 . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock - bound coast ; Their ...
... Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestowed , Shame and ruin wait for you ! " 30 35 40 FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS : 1794-1835 . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock - bound coast ; Their ...
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... production of the earth . We used paradise first as the garden of Adam and Eve , and then as a place of happiness , heaven . WILLIAM COWPER . WILLIAM COWPER was born in the year PT . 1 . 53 LONGFELLOW . - VILLAGE BLACKSMITH .
... production of the earth . We used paradise first as the garden of Adam and Eve , and then as a place of happiness , heaven . WILLIAM COWPER . WILLIAM COWPER was born in the year PT . 1 . 53 LONGFELLOW . - VILLAGE BLACKSMITH .
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... Heaven . = where = full of enthu- FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS . FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS was born in Liverpool , in the year 1794 , and spent a great part of her early life at St. Asaph , Wales . She married young ; but her marriage proved ...
... Heaven . = where = full of enthu- FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS . FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS was born in Liverpool , in the year 1794 , and spent a great part of her early life at St. Asaph , Wales . She married young ; but her marriage proved ...
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... Heaven's gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in ! The Mayor sent East , West , North , and South , To offer the Piper , by word of mouth , Wherever it was man's lot to find him , Silver and gold to ...
... Heaven's gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in ! The Mayor sent East , West , North , and South , To offer the Piper , by word of mouth , Wherever it was man's lot to find him , Silver and gold to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON Ancient Mariner Battle of Blenheim beauty bell breath bright Byron called Chevy Chase child clouds Coleridge cried dark dead dear death deep Dora doth dream Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth English Excalibur expression eyes Faerie Faerie Queene French Gilpin gods hand harken ere Hart-Leap hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy Hyperion Inchcape Rock Julius Cæsar Keats King Arthur land legends light living look Lord meaning merry MILTON moon Morte d'Arthur mother Ida never night noble Notice o'er pale Paradise Lost poem poet poetry pupils Queene Quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY round Saturn seem'd SHAKSPERE Sir Bedivere Sir John Moore slain song soul sound stars stood swan's nest sweet sword tell TENNYSON thee things thought Titans took verb verse voice waves wild wind wonderful words Wordsworth
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 17 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 19 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Página 20 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 22 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 23 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Página 24 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 59 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 21 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Página 28 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.