Poetry for boys, selected and arranged by D. Munro1881 - 150페이지 |
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... the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! B I remember , I remember The fir trees dark and REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
... the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! B I remember , I remember The fir trees dark and REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
3 페이지
... wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . J. LOGAN . RULE , BRITANNIA . WHEN Britain first , at Heaven's command , Arose from out the azure main , This was the charter of the land , And guardian angels sung ...
... wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . J. LOGAN . RULE , BRITANNIA . WHEN Britain first , at Heaven's command , Arose from out the azure main , This was the charter of the land , And guardian angels sung ...
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... wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over Poetry for Boys . 17 T Hogg.
... wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over Poetry for Boys . 17 T Hogg.
18 페이지
... wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heav'd , and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide ...
... wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heav'd , and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide ...
30 페이지
... wings . And judge none lost ; but wait , and see , With hopeful pity , not disdain ; The depth of the abyss may be The measure of the height of pain And love and glory that may raise This soul to God in after days ! A. A. PROCTER . THE ...
... wings . And judge none lost ; but wait , and see , With hopeful pity , not disdain ; The depth of the abyss may be The measure of the height of pain And love and glory that may raise This soul to God in after days ! A. A. PROCTER . 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.