Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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... dust ; But verdant alders over head Hang drooping o'er the peaceful dead ; Yet still " some frail memorial's " found , To point to man the hallow'd ground ; And warn him from a course of sin , Ere the next turf may cover him . Look ...
... dust ; But verdant alders over head Hang drooping o'er the peaceful dead ; Yet still " some frail memorial's " found , To point to man the hallow'd ground ; And warn him from a course of sin , Ere the next turf may cover him . Look ...
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... dust again . HYMN . LORD BROUGHAM . " THERE is a God , " all Nature cries : A thousand tongues proclaim His arm almighty , mind all wise , And bid each voice in chorus rise To magnify his name . Thy name , great Nature's Sire divine ...
... dust again . HYMN . LORD BROUGHAM . " THERE is a God , " all Nature cries : A thousand tongues proclaim His arm almighty , mind all wise , And bid each voice in chorus rise To magnify his name . Thy name , great Nature's Sire divine ...
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... dust . SLEEP AND SPRING . JOHN CLARE . OH ! for that sweet untroubled rest , That poets oft have sung ; Like babe's upon its mother's breast , Or bird's upon its young ; The heart asleep , without a pain : When shall 16 GUY'S LEARNER'S ...
... dust . SLEEP AND SPRING . JOHN CLARE . OH ! for that sweet untroubled rest , That poets oft have sung ; Like babe's upon its mother's breast , Or bird's upon its young ; The heart asleep , without a pain : When shall 16 GUY'S LEARNER'S ...
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... Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each tomorrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and time is fleeting , And our ...
... Dust thou art , to dust returnest ! Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each tomorrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and time is fleeting , And our ...
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... dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonour'd , and unsung . 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 , Land of my sires , what mortal ...
... dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonour'd , and unsung . 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 , Land of my sires , what mortal ...
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Guy's Learner's Poetic Task Book, a Selection from the Modern British Poets Joseph Guy Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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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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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...