Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 pages |
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... Streaming blood and writhing limb ; By the flesh with scourges torn ; By the crown of twisted thorn ; By the side so deeply pierced ; By the baffled , burning thirst ; By the drooping , death - dew'd brow : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ...
... Streaming blood and writhing limb ; By the flesh with scourges torn ; By the crown of twisted thorn ; By the side so deeply pierced ; By the baffled , burning thirst ; By the drooping , death - dew'd brow : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ...
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... stream , And soon to slide into a stream again . COWPER . THE DAISY . ON FINDING ONE IN BLOOM ON CHRISTMAS.
... stream , And soon to slide into a stream again . COWPER . THE DAISY . ON FINDING ONE IN BLOOM ON CHRISTMAS.
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... stream's recess , gaze on their eyes Till they die of their own dear loveliness ; And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bell is seen Through their ...
... stream's recess , gaze on their eyes Till they die of their own dear loveliness ; And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bell is seen Through their ...
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... - though like the Tyrian dye Guilt hath polluted you , yet , white as snow , From the eternal streams that hither flow , Hence ye shall pass to meet your Maker's eye . " MOIR THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England.
... - though like the Tyrian dye Guilt hath polluted you , yet , white as snow , From the eternal streams that hither flow , Hence ye shall pass to meet your Maker's eye . " MOIR THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England.
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... stream . The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along ...
... stream . The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along ...
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Page 20 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 11 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Page 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 15 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Page 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Page 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...