The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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Pagina 29
... sounds which thou lovest well ; Flutes on the air in the stilly noon , Harps which the wandering breezes tune ; And the silvery wood - note of many a bird , Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountain heard . " Boy . 66 My mother sings at the ...
... sounds which thou lovest well ; Flutes on the air in the stilly noon , Harps which the wandering breezes tune ; And the silvery wood - note of many a bird , Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountain heard . " Boy . 66 My mother sings at the ...
Pagina 31
... sound , And whoop and hollow ring around , And o'er his couch the stag may bound , But Keeldar sleeps for ever ! Dilated nostrils , staring eyes , Mark the poor palfrey's mute surprise , He knows not that his comrade dies , Nor what is ...
... sound , And whoop and hollow ring around , And o'er his couch the stag may bound , But Keeldar sleeps for ever ! Dilated nostrils , staring eyes , Mark the poor palfrey's mute surprise , He knows not that his comrade dies , Nor what is ...
Pagina 33
... sound of feet Unmix'd with voices - and the sentinel Shook off his slumber , and gazed earnestly Up the wide street , along whose paved way The silent throng crept slowly . They came on , Bearing a body heavily on its bier ; - And , by ...
... sound of feet Unmix'd with voices - and the sentinel Shook off his slumber , and gazed earnestly Up the wide street , along whose paved way The silent throng crept slowly . They came on , Bearing a body heavily on its bier ; - And , by ...
Pagina 36
... sound of music . On going down stairs I found a number of villagers , dressed in their holiday clothes , bearing a pole ornamented with garlands and ribbons , and accompanied by the village band of music , under the direction of the ...
... sound of music . On going down stairs I found a number of villagers , dressed in their holiday clothes , bearing a pole ornamented with garlands and ribbons , and accompanied by the village band of music , under the direction of the ...
Pagina 37
... sound of music . Booths had been set up near it for the reception of company , and a bower of green branches and flowers for the Queen of May , a fresh rosy - cheeked girl of the village . - Washington Irving . You must wake and call me ...
... sound of music . Booths had been set up near it for the reception of company , and a bower of green branches and flowers for the Queen of May , a fresh rosy - cheeked girl of the village . - Washington Irving . You must wake and call me ...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan Alexander Winton Buchan Vizualizare completă - 1859 |
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ALEXANDER WINTON Andromache beauty beneath bird breast breath bright brothers call'd Canute child clouds cold Colma cottage crown dark dead dear death deep Dismal Swamp dost doth dread earth Edinburgh Edition eternal fair falchion father fear fire flowers Forever-never friends gazed glory green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill History Iceni Keeldar king Lausus light live lonely look Lord Mezentius mitherless bairn morning mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er nest never Never-forever night o'er pass'd poet praise pride Professor Queen rest ROBERT BURNS rock round Salgar seem'd silent sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul speak stood stream Sugh summer sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought throne Tidore tree Tuscany Twas University of Edinburgh Vex'd voice weary weep wild wind wing word
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Pagina 74 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Pagina 49 - 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...
Pagina 27 - 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?
Pagina 92 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Pagina 72 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 96 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, 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...
Pagina 91 - 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.
Pagina 58 - 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.
Pagina 59 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Pagina 91 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.