Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 pages |
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... falling by his side , Owned his returning lord , looked up , and died . THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR.- Southey , " AND wherefore do the poor complain ? " The rich man asked of me . " Come , walk abroad with me , " I said , " And I will ...
... falling by his side , Owned his returning lord , looked up , and died . THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR.- Southey , " AND wherefore do the poor complain ? " The rich man asked of me . " Come , walk abroad with me , " I said , " And I will ...
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... falling is the dew , Go down unto the lonesome glen , And milk the mother - ewe ! " All down into the lonesome glen , Through copses thick and wild , Through moist rank grass , by trickling streams , Went on the willing child . And when ...
... falling is the dew , Go down unto the lonesome glen , And milk the mother - ewe ! " All down into the lonesome glen , Through copses thick and wild , Through moist rank grass , by trickling streams , Went on the willing child . And when ...
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... fall into a dirty nook ; But there I lie , and never mind it ; Who wants a pin is sure to find it . In time I am picked up , and then I lead a merry life again . You fuss so at a fall or hurt , And HE PIN , NEEDLE , AND SCISSORS . 23.
... fall into a dirty nook ; But there I lie , and never mind it ; Who wants a pin is sure to find it . In time I am picked up , and then I lead a merry life again . You fuss so at a fall or hurt , And HE PIN , NEEDLE , AND SCISSORS . 23.
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You fuss so at a fall or hurt , And if you touch a little dirt You keep up such an odious creaking , That where you are there is no speaking ; And then your lackey Emery ' s called , And he , poor thing , is pricked and mauled Until ...
You fuss so at a fall or hurt , And if you touch a little dirt You keep up such an odious creaking , That where you are there is no speaking ; And then your lackey Emery ' s called , And he , poor thing , is pricked and mauled Until ...
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... fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn entered mild ...
... fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn entered mild ...
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Page 318 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 385 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 369 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 180 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 352 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 172 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Page 396 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Page 274 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 107 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 393 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, : And a star or two beside— Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.