The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1859 |
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... hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the other ...
... hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand— " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the other ...
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... hand away ; My mother said " her glass might run , She car'd not now how soon the day . " " Hout , woman ! " cried my father dear , " A wedding first , I'm sure , we'll have ; I warrant we'll live a hundred year , Nay , may be , lass ...
... hand away ; My mother said " her glass might run , She car'd not now how soon the day . " " Hout , woman ! " cried my father dear , " A wedding first , I'm sure , we'll have ; I warrant we'll live a hundred year , Nay , may be , lass ...
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... hands were all the elements of nature ; who could say to the ocean , Thus far shalt thou go , and no farther ; and who could level with his nod the most towering piles of human pride and ambition . " - Hume's History of England . UPON ...
... hands were all the elements of nature ; who could say to the ocean , Thus far shalt thou go , and no farther ; and who could level with his nod the most towering piles of human pride and ambition . " - Hume's History of England . UPON ...
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... hands From its case of massive oak , Like a monk , who , under his cloak , Crosses himself , and sighs , alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass , - " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " By day its voice is low and light ; But in ...
... hands From its case of massive oak , Like a monk , who , under his cloak , Crosses himself , and sighs , alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass , - " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " By day its voice is low and light ; But in ...
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... hand and eye on ground , he came in reverend guise , But ever and anon he frown'd , and flame broke from his eyes . " A curse upon thee , " cries the King , " who com'st unbid to me ; But what from traitor's blood should spring , save ...
... hand and eye on ground , he came in reverend guise , But ever and anon he frown'd , and flame broke from his eyes . " A curse upon thee , " cries the King , " who com'st unbid to me ; But what from traitor's blood should spring , save ...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan Alexander Winton Buchan Vista completa - 1861 |
Términos y frases comunes
angel arms beauty beneath bird blessed breast breath bright brothers CANUTE child clouds cold comes cottage dark dead dear death deep early earth eternal face fair father fear fire flowers friends give gone grave green grief hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Italy king knew LADY leave light live look Lord meet mind morning mother nature nest never night o'er once pass play poor praise pride Queen rest rise rock rose round seen side silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood streams summer sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree Twas village voice waters weary wild wind wing young
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Página 23 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 23 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 98 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
Página 70 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew. Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Página 60 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the morning-star at dawn, Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald : wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Página 69 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 87 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 54 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 64 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 91 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last, ) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.