The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1859 |
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Pagina 7
... hath humility . When Mary chose the " better part , " She meekly sat at Jesus ' feet ; And Lydia's gently - opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet ; -Fairest and best adorn'd is she Whose clothing is humility . The saint that ...
... hath humility . When Mary chose the " better part , " She meekly sat at Jesus ' feet ; And Lydia's gently - opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet ; -Fairest and best adorn'd is she Whose clothing is humility . The saint that ...
Pagina 11
... Hath found you out among the trees , And calls you forth again ! This plot of orchard ground is ours , My trees they are , my sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary , Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come to us often ...
... Hath found you out among the trees , And calls you forth again ! This plot of orchard ground is ours , My trees they are , my sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary , Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come to us often ...
Pagina 14
... hath won , Which never shall decay : Its meek , unperishing renown , Outlasts thy sceptre and thy crown . defied , The Persian , in his mighty pride , 1 Forged fetters for the main ; And when its floods his power Inflicted stripes as ...
... hath won , Which never shall decay : Its meek , unperishing renown , Outlasts thy sceptre and thy crown . defied , The Persian , in his mighty pride , 1 Forged fetters for the main ; And when its floods his power Inflicted stripes as ...
Pagina 19
... hath endured the horror once Of such an hour , doth never hear the storm Howl round his home but he remembers it , And thinks upon the suffering mariner . THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . LONGFELLOW . L'éternité est une pendule , dont le ...
... hath endured the horror once Of such an hour , doth never hear the storm Howl round his home but he remembers it , And thinks upon the suffering mariner . THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . LONGFELLOW . L'éternité est une pendule , dont le ...
Pagina 21
... hath strung Heaven , and earth , and sea ! And ' tis a lesson in our hearts to know , With but one sense the soul may overflow ! 1. Why does the daughter caution her mother to walk softly now ? 2. What is here said of the green leaves ...
... hath strung Heaven , and earth , and sea ! And ' tis a lesson in our hearts to know , With but one sense the soul may overflow ! 1. Why does the daughter caution her mother to walk softly now ? 2. What is here said of the green leaves ...
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Pagina 23 - 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.
Pagina 23 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 98 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
Pagina 70 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew. Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Pagina 60 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the morning-star at dawn, Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald : wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Pagina 69 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pagina 87 - 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 54 - 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 64 - 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 : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Pagina 91 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last, ) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.