Poetry for school and home, from the best authors, ed. by T. ShorterThomas Shorter 1861 |
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... 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 . 19. A SONG OF SPRING . WHEN Swelling buds their ...
... 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 . 19. A SONG OF SPRING . WHEN Swelling buds their ...
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... dead - O bitter word ! She is dead - our hearts are riven ! Her loving tones no more are heard In counsel wise , so kindly given . We no more on earth shall meet her , Her whose prayers for us have striven : But , O ! our souls in ...
... dead - O bitter word ! She is dead - our hearts are riven ! Her loving tones no more are heard In counsel wise , so kindly given . We no more on earth shall meet her , Her whose prayers for us have striven : But , O ! our souls in ...
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... consecrated ground , In honour of the dead . The lambkin crops its crimson gem , The wild bee murmurs on its breast , The blue fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest , A SUMMER INVOCATION . " Tis Flora's page ; -in.
... consecrated ground , In honour of the dead . The lambkin crops its crimson gem , The wild bee murmurs on its breast , The blue fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest , A SUMMER INVOCATION . " Tis Flora's page ; -in.
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... dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun , And hide in cooling trees , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new - mown mead : That is the grasshopper's - he takes the lead In summer luxury , -he has never done With ...
... dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun , And hide in cooling trees , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new - mown mead : That is the grasshopper's - he takes the lead In summer luxury , -he has never done With ...
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... dead ! But , soldier , tell me how he looked , and all my Robert said . " " He's bronzed , and tanned , and bearded , and you'd hardly know him , dame , We've made your boy into a man , but still his heart's the same ; " " For often ...
... dead ! But , soldier , tell me how he looked , and all my Robert said . " " He's bronzed , and tanned , and bearded , and you'd hardly know him , dame , We've made your boy into a man , but still his heart's the same ; " " For often ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms blow blue bowers breast breath breeze bright buds CASABIANCA child CINQUE PORTS cloud cottage cowslips cried CUCKOO dance dead dear death delight doth dream earth ECHOING GREEN ELIZA COOK eyes fair Father flowers gentle glad green guilders HAMELIN happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock JOHN GILPIN lamb land laugh LEGEND OF WARKWORTH light look Lucy MARY HOWITT merry moon morning mother nest never night NIGHT SONG o'er PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN pity pleasant poor pray prayer Queen round sail shining sing SIR JOHN MOORE sister sleep smile snow song sorrow Speak gently spring stars stept sweet tears thee There's thine thou tree trysting-tree Twas unto village waves wild wind wing young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 39 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Seite 111 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 167 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 110 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 10 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Seite 180 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Seite 91 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Seite 142 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Seite 73 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Seite 55 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.