Gleanings from the Poets for Home and SchoolCrosby, Nichols & Company, 1858 |
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... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
... seen her drinking there myself On many a summer night . " But she's a gracious lady , And her thou need'st not fear ; Only disturb thou not the stream , Nor spill the water clear . " " Now all this I will heed , mother , Will no word ...
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... the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may The little maid replied , be seen , " " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . WE ARE SEVEN . " My stockings there I ...
... the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may The little maid replied , be seen , " " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . WE ARE SEVEN . " My stockings there I ...
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... seen . His love's a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , - Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
... seen . His love's a line that ' s long drawn out , Yet lasteth firm unto the end ; His heart is oak , yet unto us It like the gentlest reed can bend . A fighting soldier he has been , - Yet by his manners you would guess That he his ...
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... in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . GENTLE RIVER . " May our prophet grant my wishes.
... in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . GENTLE RIVER . " May our prophet grant my wishes.
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... corn - ears to fill . " “ O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD . " Then take me on your Mary Howilt.
... corn - ears to fill . " “ O , tell me all , my Mary , — All , all that ever you know ; For you must have seen the fairies , Last night , on Caldon - Low . " 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD . " Then take me on your Mary Howilt.
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ARNOLD WINKELRIED AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow cheer child Crocodile dark dear death deep delight doth E'en earth fair father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock JOHN BARLEYCORN King Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry PATRICK SPENCE poor praise Queen rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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Page 320 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 135 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 129 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 130 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 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.
Page 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 231 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With...
Page 311 - Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me — Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Page 392 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...