The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - 426 pagini |
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... Fields of England " England - · " This other Eden " Letty's Globe Youth and Age - 33 · Goldsmith 259 A. H. Clough 259 Walter de la Mare 260 Shakespeare 261 C. Tennyson - Turner 261 From " Marmion ' " " · The House Beautiful - " In the ...
... Fields of England " England - · " This other Eden " Letty's Globe Youth and Age - 33 · Goldsmith 259 A. H. Clough 259 Walter de la Mare 260 Shakespeare 261 C. Tennyson - Turner 261 From " Marmion ' " " · The House Beautiful - " In the ...
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... And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies , and His work pursued ; While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued , And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester's Echoes from History 5 Milton Milton.
... And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies , and His work pursued ; While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued , And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester's Echoes from History 5 Milton Milton.
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A Collection of English Verse Robert Pickett Scott Katharine T. Wallas. And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester's laureat wreath . Yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War ...
A Collection of English Verse Robert Pickett Scott Katharine T. Wallas. And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester's laureat wreath . Yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War ...
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... field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ! - But things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won And our good prince Eugene . " " Why , ' t was a very ...
... field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ! - But things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won And our good prince Eugene . " " Why , ' t was a very ...
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... fields of France ; And the waves of Till that speak sae still Gleam goodlier where they glance . O weel were they that fell fighting On dark Drumossie's day : They keep their hame ayont the faem And we die far away . O sound they sleep ...
... fields of France ; And the waves of Till that speak sae still Gleam goodlier where they glance . O weel were they that fell fighting On dark Drumossie's day : They keep their hame ayont the faem And we die far away . O sound they sleep ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon birds blow blue bonnie Bonnie Dundee breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England Ethel Clifford eyes face fair fame Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam golden grass grave green grey grey gulls happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills King kiss land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night Nora Chesson o'er peace Perceval Gibbon purple R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind winter woods
Pasaje populare
Pagina 333 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Pagina 5 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Pagina 73 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 127 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 185 - 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...
Pagina 11 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Pagina 18 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Pagina 401 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Pagina 333 - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Pagina 179 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.