Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
Vyhledávání v knize
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Strana 1
... waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung ...
... waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung ...
Strana 3
... waves rush in on every side , And the ship sinks down beneath the tide . 2. THE FIRST GRIEF . " OHI cannot play alone ; HI call my brother back to me ! The summer comes with flower and bee ; Where is my brother gone ? SOUTHEY " The ...
... waves rush in on every side , And the ship sinks down beneath the tide . 2. THE FIRST GRIEF . " OHI cannot play alone ; HI call my brother back to me ! The summer comes with flower and bee ; Where is my brother gone ? SOUTHEY " The ...
Strana 7
... wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when summer is 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 wither'd ...
... wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when summer is 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 wither'd ...
Strana 24
... waves came rolling high and dark , And the tall mast was bow'd . And men stood breathless in their dread , And baffled in their skill ; But One was there , who rose and said To the wild sea , " Be still ! " And the wind ceased - it ...
... waves came rolling high and dark , And the tall mast was bow'd . And men stood breathless in their dread , And baffled in their skill ; But One was there , who rose and said To the wild sea , " Be still ! " And the wind ceased - it ...
Strana 46
... waves roll'd on ; And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son ? He lived for life may long be borne ... wave ? * It is recorded of Henry the First , that , after the death of his son , Prince William , who perished by ...
... waves roll'd on ; And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son ? He lived for life may long be borne ... wave ? * It is recorded of Henry the First , that , after the death of his son , Prince William , who perished by ...
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Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
beauty beneath bird bless blood blow breast breath bright cheerful child comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers give gone grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honourable hope hour king knew laid land leaves light live look Lord meet mind morn mother never night o'er once peace plain poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round shade shine sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou Thou art thought Till tree Twas village voice waters waves weep wild winds young youth
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Strana 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strana 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Strana 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Strana 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Strana 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strana 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Strana 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Strana 35 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...