Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE ...
... laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place ; And mercy , encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace , And reconciles man to his lot . COWPER . 4. THE ...
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... the church - yard tree . ' " You run about , my little maid ! Your limbs they are alive ! If two are in the church - yard laid , Then you are only five ! " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POETRY FOR REPETITION . 11.
... the church - yard tree . ' " You run about , my little maid ! Your limbs they are alive ! If two are in the church - yard laid , Then you are only five ! " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POETRY FOR REPETITION . 11.
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... laid ; And when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How ...
... laid ; And when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How ...
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... of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath hours ! Solemn , yet sweet , the church bell's chime Floats POETRY FOR REPETITION . 13 The Homes of England.
... of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath hours ! Solemn , yet sweet , the church bell's chime Floats POETRY FOR REPETITION . 13 The Homes of England.
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... laid him . " But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame ...
... laid him . " But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame ...
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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...