Poetry for Schools: Designed for Reading and Recitation : the Whole Selected from the Best Poets in the English LanguageW.E. Dean, 1842 - 348 oldal |
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138. oldal
... wind visits you . Ed . And let it enter ! it shall not be stopped . Who visits me besides the winds of heaven ? Who mourns with me but the sad - sighing wind ? Who bringeth to mine ear the mimicked tones Of voices once beloved and ...
... wind visits you . Ed . And let it enter ! it shall not be stopped . Who visits me besides the winds of heaven ? Who mourns with me but the sad - sighing wind ? Who bringeth to mine ear the mimicked tones Of voices once beloved and ...
140. oldal
... wind was cold , The minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses gray , Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp , his sole remaining joy , Was carried by an orphan boy , The last of all the bards was he , Who sung ...
... wind was cold , The minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses gray , Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp , his sole remaining joy , Was carried by an orphan boy , The last of all the bards was he , Who sung ...
150. oldal
... wind , Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . ' Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; — ' Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot , To yield his steed to a haughty Scott . Wend thou to Branksome ...
... wind , Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . ' Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; — ' Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot , To yield his steed to a haughty Scott . Wend thou to Branksome ...
152. oldal
... wind , Left clamour and surprise behind . The fisherman forsook the strand , The swarthy smith took dirk and brand ; With changed cheer , the mower blithe Left in the half - cut swathe his scythe ; The herds without a keeper strayed ...
... wind , Left clamour and surprise behind . The fisherman forsook the strand , The swarthy smith took dirk and brand ; With changed cheer , the mower blithe Left in the half - cut swathe his scythe ; The herds without a keeper strayed ...
153. oldal
... wind , And in the Lowland leave behind , Where once some pleasant hamlet stood , A mass of ashes slaked with blood . The hand , that for my father fought , I honour , as his daughter ought ; But can I clasp it reeking red , From ...
... wind , And in the Lowland leave behind , Where once some pleasant hamlet stood , A mass of ashes slaked with blood . The hand , that for my father fought , I honour , as his daughter ought ; But can I clasp it reeking red , From ...
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248. oldal - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
31. oldal - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
56. oldal - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
247. oldal - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
300. oldal - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
248. oldal - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard ; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes : — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears...
48. oldal - Eugh, obedient to the benders will ; The Birch for shaftes ; the Sallow for the mill ; The Mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound ; The warlike Beech ; the Ash for nothing ill ; The fruitful! Olive ; and the Platane round ; The carver Holme ; the Maple seeldom inward sound.
248. oldal - ... mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
300. oldal - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
84. oldal - Henceforth I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...