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... hours ! Solemn , yet sweet , the church - bells ' chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage Honies of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are ...
... hours ! Solemn , yet sweet , the church - bells ' chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage Honies of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are ...
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... 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 fresh and gory ; We carved not a line and we raised not a stone , " But we ...
... 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 fresh and gory ; We carved not a line and we raised not a stone , " But we ...
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... hour and hall , The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran , And traced them like a wand . The monarch saw , and shook , And bade no more ...
... hour and hall , The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran , And traced them like a wand . The monarch saw , and shook , And bade no more ...
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... hour alone , * I dreamed that Greece might still be free : For standing on the Persians ' grave , I could not deem myself a slave . A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea - born Salamis , * And ships by thousands lay below ...
... hour alone , * I dreamed that Greece might still be free : For standing on the Persians ' grave , I could not deem myself a slave . A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea - born Salamis , * And ships by thousands lay below ...
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... hour would lend Thy lyre . Poetry is here likened to the music of a lyre or harp . The ancient Greeks excelled in poetry . Of the three hundred . At Thermopylæ , a famous pass in the north - east of Greece , 10,000 Persians , under ...
... hour would lend Thy lyre . Poetry is here likened to the music of a lyre or harp . The ancient Greeks excelled in poetry . Of the three hundred . At Thermopylæ , a famous pass in the north - east of Greece , 10,000 Persians , under ...
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ancient Arth Assyria battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bells beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Cæsar Chief poems child cried dark dead dear death deep dreadful Duke earth Eton College eyes fair father fear fire flowers gallant gazed Gelert Gilpin grave green hand haste hath head hear heard heart heaven hills horse Hubert Inchcape Inchcape Rock Ivy green John Gilpin king land Lars Porsena light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mercy morning ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er pale passed poet Prince of Condé quoth river roar round Samian wine Scotland shore sing smile soldiers song sorrow soul sound stars steed stone stood storm sweet swell sword tears tell thee thou art tide town Trainband Twas voice waves ween wild wind young youth ΙΟ
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145 페이지 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
29 페이지 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
129 페이지 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
16 페이지 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
36 페이지 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band 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.
16 페이지 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
88 페이지 - 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...
133 페이지 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
122 페이지 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
82 페이지 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.