Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... morning meet . Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast · 354 355 357 358 359 360 361 " " " 363 • " " · 364 366 367 A HYMN TO THE SEASONS . BY JAMES THOMSON . xii ...
... morning meet . Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast · 354 355 357 358 359 360 361 " " " 363 • " " · 364 366 367 A HYMN TO THE SEASONS . BY JAMES THOMSON . xii ...
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... morn , The swallow twitt'ring 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 ,. 14 AN ELEGY WRITTEN.
... morn , The swallow twitt'ring 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 ,. 14 AN ELEGY WRITTEN.
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... morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , Along the heath , and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due in sad array Slow through the ...
... morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , Along the heath , and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due in sad array Slow through the ...
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... morn ; She only left of all the harmless train , The sad historian of the pensive plain . Near yonder copse , where once the garden smiled . And still where many a garden flower grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place ...
... morn ; She only left of all the harmless train , The sad historian of the pensive plain . Near yonder copse , where once the garden smiled . And still where many a garden flower grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place ...
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... learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face : Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper , circling round , Convey'd. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 45.
... learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face : Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper , circling round , Convey'd. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 45.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - 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...
Seite 258 - 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.
Seite 64 - 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...
Seite 30 - 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!
Seite 241 - 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.
Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 1 - 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.
Seite 110 - 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!
Seite 89 - 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...
Seite 265 - 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.