Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... living soul , Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join , and , ardent , raise One general song ! To Him , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose Spirit in your freshness breathes . O , talk of Him in solitary glooms ...
... living soul , Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join , and , ardent , raise One general song ! To Him , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose Spirit in your freshness breathes . O , talk of Him in solitary glooms ...
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... living lyre : But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark. 18 ...
... living lyre : But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark. 18 ...
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... living clod , the stubborn fool , Resists the stormy lectures of the school , Till tried with gentler means , the dunce to please , His head imbibes right reason by degrees ; As when from eve till morning's wakeful hour , Light constant ...
... living clod , the stubborn fool , Resists the stormy lectures of the school , Till tried with gentler means , the dunce to please , His head imbibes right reason by degrees ; As when from eve till morning's wakeful hour , Light constant ...
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... living proof of cruelty and shame . Shame to the man , whatever fame he bore , Who took from thee what man can ne'er restore , Thy weapon of defence , thy chiefest good , When swarming flies contending suck thy blood . Nor thine alone ...
... living proof of cruelty and shame . Shame to the man , whatever fame he bore , Who took from thee what man can ne'er restore , Thy weapon of defence , thy chiefest good , When swarming flies contending suck thy blood . Nor thine alone ...
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... In its next verdure , when this fiery mass Of living valour , rolling on the foe And burning with high hope , shall moulder cold and low . D D Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last. THE NIGHT BEFORE WATERLOO . 201.
... In its next verdure , when this fiery mass Of living valour , rolling on the foe And burning with high hope , shall moulder cold and low . D D Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last. THE NIGHT BEFORE WATERLOO . 201.
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beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
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19 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily Mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek, With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - St. Agnes' Eve* — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.