Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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... souls that love would know thee more . Wilt thou for ever hide , and stand Behind the labours of thy hand ? Thy hand unseen , sustains the poles ; On which , this huge creation rolls : The starry arch proclaims thy power ; Thy pencil ...
... souls that love would know thee more . Wilt thou for ever hide , and stand Behind the labours of thy hand ? Thy hand unseen , sustains the poles ; On which , this huge creation rolls : The starry arch proclaims thy power ; Thy pencil ...
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... soul . But , lo ! the mighty's fallen ! And from his lofty brow The chaplet fades that circles there : Where are his trophies now ? Look to the countless graves , Where sleep the thousands slain ! The morning songs no more call forth ...
... soul . But , lo ! the mighty's fallen ! And from his lofty brow The chaplet fades that circles there : Where are his trophies now ? Look to the countless graves , Where sleep the thousands slain ! The morning songs no more call forth ...
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... soul is dead that slumbers : And things are not what they seem . Life is real life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
... soul is dead that slumbers : And things are not what they seem . Life is real life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
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... soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him ...
... soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him ...
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... soul , before its powers Are yet by vice enslaved , Be thy Creator's glorious name And character engraved . For soon the shades of grief shall cloud The sunshine of thy days ; And cares and toils , in endless round , Encompass all thy ...
... soul , before its powers Are yet by vice enslaved , Be thy Creator's glorious name And character engraved . For soon the shades of grief shall cloud The sunshine of thy days ; And cares and toils , in endless round , Encompass all thy ...
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Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
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Стр. 78 - 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.
Стр. 23 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Стр. 82 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Стр. 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 46 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 46 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 53 - 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.
Стр. 22 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 64 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Стр. 82 - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...