Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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... things . This has been carefully kept in mind in choosing the pieces . Some have been chosen for their thought , some for their imagina- tion ; all for the power and excellence of their expression . To enlarge and ennoble the mind there ...
... things . This has been carefully kept in mind in choosing the pieces . Some have been chosen for their thought , some for their imagina- tion ; all for the power and excellence of their expression . To enlarge and ennoble the mind there ...
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... things , to be fully realised . ( c ) A paraphrase of the author's words to test that his meaning is exactly and fully understood . It is seldom that one gets a paraphrase which does not omit some point . And yet it is of the highest ...
... things , to be fully realised . ( c ) A paraphrase of the author's words to test that his meaning is exactly and fully understood . It is seldom that one gets a paraphrase which does not omit some point . And yet it is of the highest ...
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... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene . " - 55 " Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! Said little Wilhelmine . " Nay , nay , my little girl ...
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene . " - 55 " Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! Said little Wilhelmine . " Nay , nay , my little girl ...
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... thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . แ To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go : And take a ...
... thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . แ To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go : And take a ...
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... thing that feels . " 180 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW : 1807- THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . UNDER a spreading chestnut - tree The village smithy stands ; The smith , a mighty man is he , With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his ...
... thing that feels . " 180 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW : 1807- THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . UNDER a spreading chestnut - tree The village smithy stands ; The smith , a mighty man is he , With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his ...
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ancient beauty bell born breath bright child clear close cloud comes common dark dead dear death deep died Dora dream Earl earth English expression eyes face fair fear give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Italy King land language leave light living look Lord lost meaning mind moon morn mother moved nature never night Notice o'er once pale pass poem poet rock rose round sails seemed seen SHAKSPERE ship side simple sleep soul sound speak spirit stars stone stood sweet tell TENNYSON thee things thou thought took voice waves wide wild wind wonderful woods
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Seite 60 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Seite 17 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 19 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Seite 20 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Seite 22 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 23 - 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.
Seite 24 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 21 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 28 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.