Select specimens of English poetryLongman, Brown, Green, & Longmans, 1856 |
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... Glory of Great Britain 23. The German Rhine 24. The Poet's Wish 105 • Thomson 119 • 120 Bernard Barton Becker 109 Burns 110 34. God Save the Queen Anonymous 121 SECTION III . Work and Progress . 1. The Village Blacksmith · Longfellow ...
... Glory of Great Britain 23. The German Rhine 24. The Poet's Wish 105 • Thomson 119 • 120 Bernard Barton Becker 109 Burns 110 34. God Save the Queen Anonymous 121 SECTION III . Work and Progress . 1. The Village Blacksmith · Longfellow ...
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... morrow Heber 329 10. Heaven Moore 330 Moore 330 325 12. The Destruction of Sennacherib 331 326 Byron 13. Child's Evening Prayer 332 327 Coleridge 14. Glory Milton 333 15. Providence 16. Who is my Neighbour 17. Mercy CONTENTS xii CONTENTS .
... morrow Heber 329 10. Heaven Moore 330 Moore 330 325 12. The Destruction of Sennacherib 331 326 Byron 13. Child's Evening Prayer 332 327 Coleridge 14. Glory Milton 333 15. Providence 16. Who is my Neighbour 17. Mercy CONTENTS xii CONTENTS .
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... glory . . Breast , used in what sense ? 2. Point out the ellipsis in this line . 3. Another reading of this line is , And we steadfastly looked on the face of the dead . - Which do you prefer , and why ? 4. Parse and construe little ...
... glory . . Breast , used in what sense ? 2. Point out the ellipsis in this line . 3. Another reading of this line is , And we steadfastly looked on the face of the dead . - Which do you prefer , and why ? 4. Parse and construe little ...
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Edward Hughes. The combat deepens : On , ye brave ! Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few , few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding - sheet ...
Edward Hughes. The combat deepens : On , ye brave ! Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few , few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding - sheet ...
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... Glory's grave . O , yes , that oath was nobly kept , Which nobly had been sworn , And proudly did each gallant heart The foeman's fetters spurn ; And firmly was the fight maintain'd . And amply was the triumph gain'd : They fell - TO ...
... Glory's grave . O , yes , that oath was nobly kept , Which nobly had been sworn , And proudly did each gallant heart The foeman's fetters spurn ; And firmly was the fight maintain'd . And amply was the triumph gain'd : They fell - TO ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Arouse thee BARRY CORNWALL battle BATTLE OF KILLIECRANKIE beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON birds bless blow brave breast breath bright cheer Cleon clouds dark dead death deep delight Derivations doth dread dream earth ELIZA COOK ellipsis England English Poetry Etymology father fear feel flowers geography give glorious glory glow grave green Greenwich Hospital hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human HUMPHREY GILBERT John Herschel king labour land light live look Lord mighty mind morning mountains nature never night noble o'er ocean Patrick Spence peace pleasure Pompey prayer rocks round RUNNEMEDE sail Samian wine shine ship shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm sweet Syntax tear tempest thine things thought toil Twas voice waves wild wind wings words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 49 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 194 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow ! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave : For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 39 - And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Seite 281 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 274 - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Seite 337 - For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Seite 352 - And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow : and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish ? 39 And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Seite 75 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 124 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Seite 117 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.