Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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Արդյունքներ 34–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... feels its life in every limb , What can it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she ...
... feels its life in every limb , What can it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she ...
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... feeling and life must depart , Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ꞌ Yet , it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ...
... feeling and life must depart , Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ꞌ Yet , it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ...
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... feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace ! T. MOORE . 18. THE COMMON LOT . NCE in the flight of ages past , ONCE There lived a man ; -and WHO WAS HE ? - -Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be ...
... feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace ! T. MOORE . 18. THE COMMON LOT . NCE in the flight of ages past , ONCE There lived a man ; -and WHO WAS HE ? - -Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be ...
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... feel , as well he might , - The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around , He spied , far off , upon the ground , A something shining in the dark , And knew the glow - worm by his spark ; So , stooping down from hawthorn ...
... feel , as well he might , - The keen demands of appetite ; When , looking eagerly around , He spied , far off , upon the ground , A something shining in the dark , And knew the glow - worm by his spark ; So , stooping down from hawthorn ...
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... side : How nourish'd here through such long time , He knows Who gave that love sublime , And gave that strength of feeling , great Above all human estimate ! WORDSWORTH . ONO 29. THE POND . NCE on a time , 40 POETRY FOR REPETITION .
... side : How nourish'd here through such long time , He knows Who gave that love sublime , And gave that strength of feeling , great Above all human estimate ! WORDSWORTH . ONO 29. THE POND . NCE on a time , 40 POETRY FOR REPETITION .
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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...