Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - 220 sider |
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Side 19
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
Side 19
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
Side 19
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
... Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the cows were in their shed , And the sheep with hay were fed , And the servants of the farm Housed up every creature warm , And , up - muffled , cheek and chin ...
Side 29
... creeping , Those sleepy trees that nod their heads , Ere the moon as yet comes peeping , Like a tender nurse , to see if all Her little ones are sleeping . One little flutt'ring bird , Like a child in a dream of pain , Has chirp'd and ...
... creeping , Those sleepy trees that nod their heads , Ere the moon as yet comes peeping , Like a tender nurse , to see if all Her little ones are sleeping . One little flutt'ring bird , Like a child in a dream of pain , Has chirp'd and ...
Side 56
... creeping , creeping everywhere ; By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , smiling everywhere ; All round the ...
... creeping , creeping everywhere ; By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , smiling everywhere ; All round the ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Amid Barry Cornwall Bay of Biscay beauty bells bird bless bloom blow bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow busy bee cheerful clouds cold cottage creeping everywhere dark dear deep delight dost doth dreary dwell earth Eliza Cook Erin go bragh eyes fair fairy flowers gale gentle glow golden grave green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour icicles icy tower land laugh lay a-thinking leaves light little tree lonely Longfellow loud lullaby Mary Howitt merrily merry morn mountain never night o'er peace poor rain reapers rest roar rocks round sail shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound Southey Spring star storm stream summer sunset tree thee thou toil vale village weaver voice warm wave wayward wind weary whistling wild wind wing WINTER woods
Populære avsnitt
Side 182 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Side 182 - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
Side 61 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Side 72 - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands...
Side 85 - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Side 181 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Side 106 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
Side 135 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Side 107 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Side 181 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...