First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... side the old wood rests . Yet of the dark I have no fear , But feel as safe as when ' tis light ; For I know God is with me there , And he will guard me through the night For God is by me when I pray , And when I close my eyes in sleep ...
... side the old wood rests . Yet of the dark I have no fear , But feel as safe as when ' tis light ; For I know God is with me there , And he will guard me through the night For God is by me when I pray , And when I close my eyes in sleep ...
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... side . O make thy rest Within my breast , Great Spirit of all grace ! Make me like Thee , Then shall I be Prepared to see Thy face . * Low hills - knolls , pronounced to rhyme with " Cows . " 8 - THE VOICE OF THE GRASS . HERE I FIRST ...
... side . O make thy rest Within my breast , Great Spirit of all grace ! Make me like Thee , Then shall I be Prepared to see Thy face . * Low hills - knolls , pronounced to rhyme with " Cows . " 8 - THE VOICE OF THE GRASS . HERE I FIRST ...
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... side , They have stooped at the brink of the streamlet to drink , And I sing them this song as I glide . " I call them to love and to praise ; In gladsome content should childhood be spent , Like the stream singing on all its days ...
... side , They have stooped at the brink of the streamlet to drink , And I sing them this song as I glide . " I call them to love and to praise ; In gladsome content should childhood be spent , Like the stream singing on all its days ...
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... his coming , dear mother ; Set out his chair where he likes it to be ; Close at his side you shall stand , little brother ; Baby shall sit like a queen on his knee . D From the hard hand that has laboured so truly ,. FIRS POETRY COOK . 333.
... his coming , dear mother ; Set out his chair where he likes it to be ; Close at his side you shall stand , little brother ; Baby shall sit like a queen on his knee . D From the hard hand that has laboured so truly ,. FIRS POETRY COOK . 333.
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... underneath , As if Cheapside were mad . 1 Seems to be the same as " calenderer " -a dresser of cotton and linen cloth , by pressing it between rollers . [ John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing 36 FIRST POETRY BOOK .
... underneath , As if Cheapside were mad . 1 Seems to be the same as " calenderer " -a dresser of cotton and linen cloth , by pressing it between rollers . [ John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing 36 FIRST POETRY BOOK .
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baby beautiful birds bless blue Bob-o-link bountiful days bright brother brown thrush chaise chee child clouds creeping everywhere cried Cumnor daisies dark dear door doth eyes fair fatal bonds father flowers fly away home gentle Gilpin glad grass green grey cock happy Hark hath hear heard heart Helvellyn hill hurrah hyaena jingle John Gilpin ladybird lambs lark laugh light little Robin Redbreast live look Mary Howitt meadow merry miller moon morning mother nest never night o'er pipe play pleasant poor praise pray pretty rain river river Dee Robin round sheep shines sing skies sleep smiled snow song spring stars storm Strawberry Girl summer sunny brow sweet tell thee There's thing thou thrush tree Twas Twinkle voice warm waves wept wild wind wings winter wonder
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Page 175 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Page 175 - But through it there rolled not the 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 : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 206 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 201 - 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 skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 198 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 30 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So, stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might.
Page 29 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak well brushed and neat He manfully did throw.
Page 35 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 31 - At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Page 35 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.