The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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... Stream , Charles Mackay . 81 The Lake of the Dismal Swamp , Thomas Moore . 83 The Study of Nature , · Martin F. Tupper . 85 The Faithful Bird , Cowper . 85 Christian Patriotism , Cowper . 86 • The Song of Minona , Ossian . 87 Approach ...
... Stream , Charles Mackay . 81 The Lake of the Dismal Swamp , Thomas Moore . 83 The Study of Nature , · Martin F. Tupper . 85 The Faithful Bird , Cowper . 85 Christian Patriotism , Cowper . 86 • The Song of Minona , Ossian . 87 Approach ...
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... streams about my heart , forbid That best ambition - under closing shades , Inglorious , lay me by the lowly brook , And whisper to my dreams . From Thee begin , Dwell all on Thee , with Thee conclude my song ; And let me never , never ...
... streams about my heart , forbid That best ambition - under closing shades , Inglorious , lay me by the lowly brook , And whisper to my dreams . From Thee begin , Dwell all on Thee , with Thee conclude my song ; And let me never , never ...
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... streams the leafy forest fills , Then welcome , little swallow , by our morning lattice heard , Because thou comest when nature bids bright days be thy reward . Thine be sweet mornings with the bee that's out for honey - dew ; And ...
... streams the leafy forest fills , Then welcome , little swallow , by our morning lattice heard , Because thou comest when nature bids bright days be thy reward . Thine be sweet mornings with the bee that's out for honey - dew ; And ...
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... stream - What , caitiffs , do you fear ? Seize - seize the traitor ! " - But not one to move a finger dareth , - Bernardo standeth by the throne , and calm his sword he bareth . He drew the falchion from the sheath , and held it up on ...
... stream - What , caitiffs , do you fear ? Seize - seize the traitor ! " - But not one to move a finger dareth , - Bernardo standeth by the throne , and calm his sword he bareth . He drew the falchion from the sheath , and held it up on ...
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... streams ! " Boy . “ Oh ! green is the turf where my brothers play , Through the long bright hours of the summer day ; They find the red cup - moss where they climb , And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme ; And the rocks where ...
... streams ! " Boy . “ Oh ! green is the turf where my brothers play , Through the long bright hours of the summer day ; They find the red cup - moss where they climb , And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme ; And the rocks where ...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan Alexander Winton Buchan Vista completa - 1859 |
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath bird blood breast breath bright brothers Canute child clouds cold comes crown dark dead dear death deep dread early earth eternal face fair father fear feel fire flowers friends give gone green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill History hope hour Italy king knew LADY leave light lives look Lord meet morning mother nature nest never night o'er once pass poet poor praise pride Professor Queen rest rise rock rose round seen silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood streams summer sweet tears tell thee things thou thought throne tree voice weary wild wind wing winter young
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Página 72 - 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.
Página 47 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 25 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 90 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 70 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 94 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O 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...
Página 89 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 56 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 57 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Página 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.