Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... The Sunbeam 196. The Dead Man of Bethany 197. Suicide . 198. A Poet's Childhood 199. The Beauty of Nourmahal 200. The Christian Freeman Keble Page 279 281 • 282 Shakespeare 283 Beattie · T. Moore Cowper · 284 • 287 9 288 xiv CONTENTS .
... The Sunbeam 196. The Dead Man of Bethany 197. Suicide . 198. A Poet's Childhood 199. The Beauty of Nourmahal 200. The Christian Freeman Keble Page 279 281 • 282 Shakespeare 283 Beattie · T. Moore Cowper · 284 • 287 9 288 xiv CONTENTS .
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... " How many are you then , " said I , " If they two are in heaven ? " The little maiden did reply , " O master ! we are seven . " " But they are dead ; those two are dead 122 POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Heavenly Canaan.
... " How many are you then , " said I , " If they two are in heaven ? " The little maiden did reply , " O master ! we are seven . " " But they are dead ; those two are dead 122 POETRY FOR REPETITION . The Heavenly Canaan.
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Henry Twells. " But they are dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WORDSWORTH . 8. THE HOMES OF ...
Henry Twells. " But they are dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WORDSWORTH . 8. THE HOMES OF ...
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... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He ...
... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He ...
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... dead of the night a sweet vision I saw , And thrice ere the morning I dream'd it again . Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array , Far POETRY FOR REPETITION . 23 Howitt The Soldier's Dream The Burial of Sir John Moore.
... dead of the night a sweet vision I saw , And thrice ere the morning I dream'd it again . Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array , Far POETRY FOR REPETITION . 23 Howitt The Soldier's Dream The Burial of Sir John Moore.
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Common terms and phrases
beauty beneath bird bless blood blow breast breath bright cheerful child comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers give gone grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honourable hope hour king knew laid land leaves light live look Lord meet mind morn mother never night o'er once peace plain poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round shade shine sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou Thou art thought Till tree Twas village voice waters waves weep wild winds young youth
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Էջ 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Էջ 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Էջ 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Էջ 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Էջ 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Էջ 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Էջ 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Էջ 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Էջ 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Էջ 35 - 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...