A selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families, Ausgabe 9121873 |
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... peaceful tenor keep ; The power who pities man has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep . The The light of smiles shall fill again eyes that overflow with tears ; hours of woe and pain , Are promises of happier years . And weary ...
... peaceful tenor keep ; The power who pities man has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep . The The light of smiles shall fill again eyes that overflow with tears ; hours of woe and pain , Are promises of happier years . And weary ...
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... peace of mind , Quiet by day , Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mixed ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please , With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown , Thus unlamented let me die , Steal ...
... peace of mind , Quiet by day , Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mixed ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please , With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown , Thus unlamented let me die , Steal ...
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... peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O Lord , art with me still : Thy friendly ...
... peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O Lord , art with me still : Thy friendly ...
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... peace Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss - and give the sign To parting friends ; such death be mine . GO , LET ME WEEP . BY MOORE . Go , let me weep ! there's bliss in tears , When ...
... peace Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss - and give the sign To parting friends ; such death be mine . GO , LET ME WEEP . BY MOORE . Go , let me weep ! there's bliss in tears , When ...
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... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . TO THE RAINBOW .. BY CAMPBELL . TRIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky When ...
... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . TO THE RAINBOW .. BY CAMPBELL . TRIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky When ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albrecht Dürer angel beauty beneath bless blest breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brutus busy bee Cæsar calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dead dear death deep dread earth eyes fair fear flowers gaze Gilpin gleam glory gold golden grace grave Greece green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hour humble J. H. NEWMAN John Gilpin LADY G land light living Lochiel lonely Lord maze of fate Merry England midst morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er pain plain praise prayer pride rest rise round rude shade shine shore sigh silent Skiddaw skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stream sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 112 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 240 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Seite 60 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 170 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Seite 36 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Seite 117 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Seite 123 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 5 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 5 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 136 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.