A selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families, Tema 9121873 |
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... green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes . The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure , But the least motion which they made , It ...
... green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes . The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure , But the least motion which they made , It ...
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... green sheep - track did we glide ; And through the wood we went ; And , ere we come to Leonard's rock , He sang those witty rhymes About the crazy old church clock , And the bewildered chimes . THE LONGEST DAY . BY WORDSWORTH . LET us ...
... green sheep - track did we glide ; And through the wood we went ; And , ere we come to Leonard's rock , He sang those witty rhymes About the crazy old church clock , And the bewildered chimes . THE LONGEST DAY . BY WORDSWORTH . LET us ...
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... green undeluged Heaven's covenant thou didst shine , How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign . And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod , Each mother held aloft her child , To bless the bow of ...
... green undeluged Heaven's covenant thou didst shine , How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign . And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod , Each mother held aloft her child , To bless the bow of ...
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... green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in ...
... green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in ...
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... green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night ' tis my pillow white , While I sleep in the ...
... green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night ' tis my pillow white , While I sleep in the ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albrecht Dürer angel beauty beneath bless blest breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brutus busy bee Cæsar calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dead dear death deep dread earth eyes fair fear flowers gaze Gilpin gleam glory gold golden grace grave Greece green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hour humble J. H. NEWMAN John Gilpin LADY G land light living Lochiel lonely Lord maze of fate Merry England midst morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er pain plain praise prayer pride rest rise round rude shade shine shore sigh silent Skiddaw skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stream sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 112 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 240 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 60 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
Página 170 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Página 36 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 117 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 123 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 5 - 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 5 - 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 136 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.