Poetry for boys, selected and arranged by D. Munro1881 - 150페이지 |
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... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , But work their woe , and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , But work their woe , and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
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... tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years— He never smiled again . F. D. HEMANS . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR . THE King was on his throne , The Satraps throng'd the hall ; A thousand bright lamps shone ...
... tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years— He never smiled again . F. D. HEMANS . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR . THE King was on his throne , The Satraps throng'd the hall ; A thousand bright lamps shone ...
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... tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , — 66 ' Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother ...
... tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , — 66 ' Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother ...
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... tears must fall , must fall , The saddest tears must fall ; In weal or woe , in this world below , I love you ever and all , My dear , I love you ever and all . A long road full of pain , of pain , A long road full of pain ; One soul ...
... tears must fall , must fall , The saddest tears must fall ; In weal or woe , in this world below , I love you ever and all , My dear , I love you ever and all . A long road full of pain , of pain , A long road full of pain ; One soul ...
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... tears begin . W. ALLINGHAM . " SPEAK KINDLY . " DEAL gently with the erring ! Ye may not know the power With which the dark temptation came In some unguarded hour . Ye may not know how earnestly He struggled , or how well , Until the ...
... tears begin . W. ALLINGHAM . " SPEAK KINDLY . " DEAL gently with the erring ! Ye may not know the power With which the dark temptation came In some unguarded hour . Ye may not know how earnestly He struggled , or how well , Until the ...
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banner battle bells beneath blast blood blue brave breath bright brow bugles chase cheer Chevy Chase cried dark dead death deed deep dreams Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth England Excelsior F. D. HEMANS fair falchion fear fire flowers gallant galloped Gelert Gilpin gleam glen glory grave H. W. LONGFELLOW hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre horse Inchcape Rock JOHN GILPIN King land light long thoughts look Lord LORD BYRON loud Lucknow morn mountain N. P. WILLIS Netherby never night o'er pain Percy pibroch proud quoth red planet Mars roar rolling round shone shore sing slain sleep smile song soul sound spear star steed stood sweet sword tear thee thou thoughts of youth thousand to-day Twas Victor Galbraith voice waves wild wind wind's wing youth are long
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107 페이지 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
102 페이지 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff
106 페이지 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
70 페이지 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
5 페이지 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
112 페이지 - 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.
110 페이지 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
85 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...
9 페이지 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
10 페이지 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.