Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 pages |
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... breath was mix'd with fresh odour , sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who in the stream's recess , gaze on their eyes ...
... breath was mix'd with fresh odour , sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who in the stream's recess , gaze on their eyes ...
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... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
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... breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; The tents ...
... breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; The tents ...
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... breath , like blazing flax , Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax , Are founded , flourish , and decay . Redeem thine hours - the space is brief- While in my glass the sand - grains shiver , And measureless ...
... breath , like blazing flax , Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax , Are founded , flourish , and decay . Redeem thine hours - the space is brief- While in my glass the sand - grains shiver , And measureless ...
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... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ! Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ! Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
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aweary banners battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath billows birds blast blow bower breast breath bright brow busy bee clouds dark dead death deep dost doth dreadful earth eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair Father fear flowers forest gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hast hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour LAKE REGILLUS land leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains Nature's night nursling o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade sight sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou busy tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave wild winds wings wood youth
Popular passages
Page 20 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 11 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Page 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 15 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Page 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Page 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...