Poetry for school and home, from the best authors, ed. by T. ShorterThomas Shorter 1861 |
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... Death's victor now , on spirit - wing , She hath ' scaped the body's prison , And joined the angel - choir , who sing Before the throne where Christ is risen . SHORTER . CHRISTMAS VERSES . 24. CHRISTMAS VERSES . CHRIST is born.
... Death's victor now , on spirit - wing , She hath ' scaped the body's prison , And joined the angel - choir , who sing Before the throne where Christ is risen . SHORTER . CHRISTMAS VERSES . 24. CHRISTMAS VERSES . CHRIST is born.
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... hath blown a gale all day , At evening it hath died away . On the deck the Rover takes his stand , So dark it is they see no land . Quoth Sir Ralph , " It will be lighter soon , For there is the dawn of the rising Moon . " " Canst hear ...
... hath blown a gale all day , At evening it hath died away . On the deck the Rover takes his stand , So dark it is they see no land . Quoth Sir Ralph , " It will be lighter soon , For there is the dawn of the rising Moon . " " Canst hear ...
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... hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock , - " Oh , Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ; The waves rush in on every side , And ...
... hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock , - " Oh , Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ; The waves rush in on every side , And ...
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... ground her lowly nest ; And she that does most sweetly sing , Sings in the shade when all things rest ; In lark and nightingale we see at honour hath humility . MONTGOMERY . 48 A COUNTRY VILLAGE . 46. A COUNTRY VILLAGE .
... ground her lowly nest ; And she that does most sweetly sing , Sings in the shade when all things rest ; In lark and nightingale we see at honour hath humility . MONTGOMERY . 48 A COUNTRY VILLAGE . 46. A COUNTRY VILLAGE .
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... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out " Well done ! " As loud as he could bawl . 33 53 54 JOHN GILPIN . Away went Gilpin - who but F 3.
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out " Well done ! " As loud as he could bawl . 33 53 54 JOHN GILPIN . Away went Gilpin - who but F 3.
Términos y frases comunes
angel BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms blow blue bowers breast breath breeze bright buds CASABIANCA child CINQUE PORTS cloud cottage cowslips cried CUCKOO dance dead dear death delight doth dream earth ECHOING GREEN ELIZA COOK eyes fair Father flowers gentle glad green guilders HAMELIN happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock JOHN GILPIN lamb land laugh LEGEND OF WARKWORTH light look Lucy MARY HOWITT merry moon morning mother nest never night NIGHT SONG o'er PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN pity pleasant poor pray prayer Queen round sail shining sing SIR JOHN MOORE sister sleep smile snow song sorrow Speak gently spring stars stept sweet tears thee There's thine thou tree trysting-tree Twas unto village waves wild wind wing young
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Página 39 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Página 111 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 167 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 110 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 10 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Página 180 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Página 91 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Página 142 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Página 73 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Página 55 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.