The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - 426 oldal |
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... 129 William Sharp 131 . R. S. Hawker 131 · Southey 132 A. H. Clough 132 Long fellow 133 Perceval Gibbon 133 Sir A. Conan Doyle 135 - Anon . 137 Lady Nairne 138 The Poor Fisherman The Three Fishers The Fisher's Widow Messmates Contents xiii.
... 129 William Sharp 131 . R. S. Hawker 131 · Southey 132 A. H. Clough 132 Long fellow 133 Perceval Gibbon 133 Sir A. Conan Doyle 135 - Anon . 137 Lady Nairne 138 The Poor Fisherman The Three Fishers The Fisher's Widow Messmates Contents xiii.
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... Poor Fisherman The Three Fishers The Fisher's Widow Messmates The Englishman John Winter Will Adams The Sea Gipsy The Sands of Dee Ballad of Pentyre Town To My Father Waiting The Year - - Page Crabbe 139 Charles Kingsley 140 Arthur ...
... Poor Fisherman The Three Fishers The Fisher's Widow Messmates The Englishman John Winter Will Adams The Sea Gipsy The Sands of Dee Ballad of Pentyre Town To My Father Waiting The Year - - Page Crabbe 139 Charles Kingsley 140 Arthur ...
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... poor In body and in mind : And yet our sufferings have been Less than our sin . Come , long - desired Peace , we thee implore , And let our pains be less , or power more . One body jars , And with itself does fight ; War meets with wars ...
... poor In body and in mind : And yet our sufferings have been Less than our sin . Come , long - desired Peace , we thee implore , And let our pains be less , or power more . One body jars , And with itself does fight ; War meets with wars ...
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... poor . Fools ! your doublets shone with gold , and your hearts were gay and bold , When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to - day ; And to - morrow shall the fox , from her chambers in the rocks , Lead forth her tawny cubs to ...
... poor . Fools ! your doublets shone with gold , and your hearts were gay and bold , When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to - day ; And to - morrow shall the fox , from her chambers in the rocks , Lead forth her tawny cubs to ...
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... poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in my garden , for There's many hereabout ; And often when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ; For many thousand men " , said he , " Were ...
... poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in my garden , for There's many hereabout ; And often when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ; For many thousand men " , said he , " Were ...
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A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon afar bird blow blue Bonnie Dundee brave breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley Charlie clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England eyes face fair fame fight Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam grass grave green grey grey gulls hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills honour Jean Blewett King land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night o'er Perceval Gibbon R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ship shore sigh silent sings skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stand stars stream summer sweet tears Téméraire thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind woods
Népszerű szakaszok
333. oldal - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
182. oldal - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
5. oldal - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
127. oldal - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
73. oldal - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
11. oldal - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
396. oldal - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
18. oldal - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
192. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
401. oldal - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.