Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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24. oldal
Joseph Guy. And every breath that waves a leaf Flings down upon the lonely flowers A moment's sunshine , bright and brief— A blessing look'd by parting hours . I cannot muse beside that mound- I cannot dream beneath that shade- Too ...
Joseph Guy. And every breath that waves a leaf Flings down upon the lonely flowers A moment's sunshine , bright and brief— A blessing look'd by parting hours . I cannot muse beside that mound- I cannot dream beneath that shade- Too ...
54. oldal
... I'll raise my pillow on the desert shore , And lay me down to rest , where the wild wave Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave . TO APRIL . EMBLEM of life ! see changeful April 54 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . Henry Kirke White.
... I'll raise my pillow on the desert shore , And lay me down to rest , where the wild wave Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave . TO APRIL . EMBLEM of life ! see changeful April 54 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK . Henry Kirke White.
84. oldal
... bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And 84 GUY'S LEANER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
... bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And 84 GUY'S LEANER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
100. oldal
... lonely hermit placed Where never human footstep traced , Less fit to play the part ; The lucky moment to improve , And just to stop , and just to move , With self - respecting art . But ah ! those pleasures , loves , and joys , Which I ...
... lonely hermit placed Where never human footstep traced , Less fit to play the part ; The lucky moment to improve , And just to stop , and just to move , With self - respecting art . But ah ! those pleasures , loves , and joys , Which I ...
103. oldal
... lonely melancholy . THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR - GLASS . BLOOMFIELD . COME , friend , I'll turn thee up again : Companion of the lonely hour ! Spring thirty times hath fed with rain And cloth'd with leaves my humble bower , Since thou last ...
... lonely melancholy . THE WIDOW TO HER HOUR - GLASS . BLOOMFIELD . COME , friend , I'll turn thee up again : Companion of the lonely hour ! Spring thirty times hath fed with rain And cloth'd with leaves my humble bower , Since thou last ...
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Guy's Learner's Poetic Task Book, a Selection from the Modern British Poets Joseph Guy Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
Népszerű szakaszok
78. oldal - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
23. oldal - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
82. oldal - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
84. oldal - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
46. oldal - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
46. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
53. oldal - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
22. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
64. oldal - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
82. oldal - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...