Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... . HENRY TWELLS , M.A. HEAD MASTER OF THE GODOLPHIN FOUNDATION SCHOOL , HAMMERSMITH . SEVENTH EDITION , ENLARGED . LONDON : LONGMAN , GREEN , LONGMAN , ROBERTS , & GREEN . PREFACE . A VERY few words will suffice to explain 1864 .
... . HENRY TWELLS , M.A. HEAD MASTER OF THE GODOLPHIN FOUNDATION SCHOOL , HAMMERSMITH . SEVENTH EDITION , ENLARGED . LONDON : LONGMAN , GREEN , LONGMAN , ROBERTS , & GREEN . PREFACE . A VERY few words will suffice to explain 1864 .
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... I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she 10 POETRY FOR REPETITION . 10 We are Seven.
... I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she 10 POETRY FOR REPETITION . 10 We are Seven.
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... head , And with a natural sigh , " " Tis some poor fellow's skull , " said he , Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in my garden , for There's many hereabout ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out ; For ...
... head , And with a natural sigh , " " Tis some poor fellow's skull , " said he , Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in my garden , for There's many hereabout ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out ; For ...
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... head ! " With fire and sword , the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died ! — But things like that , you know , must be every famous victory . At " They say , it was a shocking ...
... head ! " With fire and sword , the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died ! — But things like that , you know , must be every famous victory . At " They say , it was a shocking ...
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... head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoin'd ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue— Who ever saw so fine a blue ! " " Hold there ! " the other quick replies , 20 POETRY FOR ...
... head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoin'd ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue— Who ever saw so fine a blue ! " " Hold there ! " the other quick replies , 20 POETRY FOR ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Seite 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Seite 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Seite 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Seite 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 35 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...