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... sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , " In heaven we all shall ...
... sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , " In heaven we all shall ...
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... sight , like waves beneath the sun , Conspicuous ! and a thousand nameless acts That lurk in lonely secrecy , and die E Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS . 37 The Widow's Mite.
... sight , like waves beneath the sun , Conspicuous ! and a thousand nameless acts That lurk in lonely secrecy , and die E Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS . 37 The Widow's Mite.
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... sight , And their hearts were sore afraid ; But He cheer'd their spirits , and said , It is I , And then they could fear no harm ; And though we cannot behold Him nigh , He is guarding us still with His arm . They had toil'd all the ...
... sight , And their hearts were sore afraid ; But He cheer'd their spirits , and said , It is I , And then they could fear no harm ; And though we cannot behold Him nigh , He is guarding us still with His arm . They had toil'd all the ...
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... sight , When the fires of fun'ral light Died away.- Now joy old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , While the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet amidst the joy and uproar , Let us think of ...
... sight , When the fires of fun'ral light Died away.- Now joy old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , While the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet amidst the joy and uproar , Let us think of ...
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... sight , To meet them in his daily walk , And to his arms invite ? What though around his throne of fire The everlasting chant Be wafted from the seraph choir In glory jubilant ? H Yet stoops he , ever pleased to mark Our rude ELEMENTARY ...
... sight , To meet them in his daily walk , And to his arms invite ? What though around his throne of fire The everlasting chant Be wafted from the seraph choir In glory jubilant ? H Yet stoops he , ever pleased to mark Our rude ELEMENTARY ...
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Términos y frases comunes
BARRY CORNWALL battle bell beneath blessing bosom bright brothers busy busy bee CASABIANCA cease from troubling cheer Chevy Chase child Christ church-yard darkness dead death deep doth dwell Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes fallow deer father William fear flowers gallant grace green hath hear heard heart heaven hills holly tree horned owl Hosanna Lord hour humming bird Inchcape Rock Jesus King lamb light little maid lonely look look'd Lord Percy MARY HOWITT merry merry England Mother mountain never night o'er pleasant POETRY FOR ELEMENTARY prayer pride ride roar round shepherd shines sigh sing Sing-sing Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir Ralph SIR WALTER Scott Skiddaw sleep song soul sound SOUTHEY stormy tempests blow sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou busy busy thou hast thought tide tis Thou unto wicked cease wind wood word WORDSWORTH youth
Pasajes populares
Página 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they? I pray you tell.
Página 26 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Página 56 - 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.
Página 98 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, % Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Página 7 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 22 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Página 56 - 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.
Página 47 - ... ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new. " Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough...
Página 56 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 7 - Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.