Poetry for Home and SchoolG. P. Putnam's sons, 1881 - 320ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Night . SHENSTONE , WILLIAM The Shepherd's Home .... SOUTHEY , CAROLINE BOWLES To the Lady Bird ........................ SOUTHEY , ROBERT After Blenheim ... The Inchcape Rock ..... SOUTHWELL , ROBERT Times go by Turns ...
... Night . SHENSTONE , WILLIAM The Shepherd's Home .... SOUTHEY , CAROLINE BOWLES To the Lady Bird ........................ SOUTHEY , ROBERT After Blenheim ... The Inchcape Rock ..... SOUTHWELL , ROBERT Times go by Turns ...
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... Prothalamion .. Sonnets .. TAYLOR , BAYARD A Night with a Wolf ....................................... . TENNYSON , Alfred A Farewell ....... Break , break , break ... Bugle Song .. PAGE ......... 164 ...... 216 27 280 ............
... Prothalamion .. Sonnets .. TAYLOR , BAYARD A Night with a Wolf ....................................... . TENNYSON , Alfred A Farewell ....... Break , break , break ... Bugle Song .. PAGE ......... 164 ...... 216 27 280 ............
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... And caused the blood to fly . And then he watched the speckled hen , Lest she should go astray ; But he quite forgot the spool of yarn That his wife spun every day . And when the old woman came home at night , 2 Poetry.
... And caused the blood to fly . And then he watched the speckled hen , Lest she should go astray ; But he quite forgot the spool of yarn That his wife spun every day . And when the old woman came home at night , 2 Poetry.
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... night , He said he could plainly see That his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in three ! And when he saw how well she plowed , And made the furrows even , Said his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in ...
... night , He said he could plainly see That his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in three ! And when he saw how well she plowed , And made the furrows even , Said his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in ...
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... night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright ! ah bright ! but your light is failing— You are nothing now but a bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven , That God has hidden your face ? I ...
... night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright ! ah bright ! but your light is failing— You are nothing now but a bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven , That God has hidden your face ? I ...
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Poetry for Home and School Anna Callender 1836-1911 Brackett, Ed,Ida M. Joint Ed Eliot ¹Ì¸®º¸±â ¾øÀ½ - 2016 |
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289 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...