Select English poetry, with notes by E. HughesEdward Hughes 1851 |
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Pagina 24
... bless'd , with such delay Well pleased , they slack their course , and many a league , Cheer'd with the grateful smell Old Ocean3 smiles . 1. Who discovered the route by the Cape of Good Hope ? What name was first given to it ? 2 ...
... bless'd , with such delay Well pleased , they slack their course , and many a league , Cheer'd with the grateful smell Old Ocean3 smiles . 1. Who discovered the route by the Cape of Good Hope ? What name was first given to it ? 2 ...
Pagina 46
... bless'd our chief , That he gave their wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day : While the sun look'd smiling - bright O'er a wide and woful sight , Where ...
... bless'd our chief , That he gave their wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day : While the sun look'd smiling - bright O'er a wide and woful sight , Where ...
Pagina 57
... bless , where others ban , And love when others hate , And so , my cordial Jonathan , We'll fit , I calculate.1 What more ? I touch not holier strings A loftier strain to win ; Nor glance at prophets , priests , and kings , Or heavenly ...
... bless , where others ban , And love when others hate , And so , my cordial Jonathan , We'll fit , I calculate.1 What more ? I touch not holier strings A loftier strain to win ; Nor glance at prophets , priests , and kings , Or heavenly ...
Pagina 63
... bless the green Isle of the brave ! Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers ' dust , It would rouse the old dead from their grave ! Then rise fellow - freemen and stretch the right hand , And swear to prevail in your dear native ...
... bless the green Isle of the brave ! Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers ' dust , It would rouse the old dead from their grave ! Then rise fellow - freemen and stretch the right hand , And swear to prevail in your dear native ...
Pagina 73
... bless thee , land of home ! For thine the Sabbath peace , my land ! And thine the guarded hearth ; And thine the dead , the noble band , That makes thee holy earth . Their voices meet me in thy breeze ; Their steps The Cliffs of Dover ...
... bless thee , land of home ! For thine the Sabbath peace , my land ! And thine the guarded hearth ; And thine the dead , the noble band , That makes thee holy earth . Their voices meet me in thy breeze ; Their steps The Cliffs of Dover ...
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Select English Poetry, with Notes by E. Hughes Edward Hughes, Dsc Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Arouse thee battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless brave breast breath bright brother brow burning CHARLES MACKAY cheer clouds dark dead death deep Derivations dread dream earth ELIZA COOK ellipsis England Etymology fame father feel fire flowers glorious glory glow grave hand happy hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre History of Europe honour hope hour human isles John Herschel king labour land light live Loch-na-Garr look mighty mind morning mountains native nature never night noble o'er ocean pride proud race rock roll round RUNNEMEDE sacred sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet Syntax tear thine things thought thousand toil verbs voice waves wild wind words youth
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Pagina 108 - GO to the ant, thou sluggard ; consider her ways, and be wise : which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Pagina 158 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 220 - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Pagina 225 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Pagina 300 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 98 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Pagina 275 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and .as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut •down, and withereth.
Pagina 291 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pagina 21 - 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.
Pagina 254 - 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.