Poetry for Schools: Designed for Reading and Recitation : the Whole Selected from the Best Poets in the English Language |
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... voice every where ; we have nothing to do but to read , to listen , to think of these things , and to elevate ourselves above " the vulgar flight of low desire , " to be all that we ought to be . Poetry is so happily adapted to our ...
... voice every where ; we have nothing to do but to read , to listen , to think of these things , and to elevate ourselves above " the vulgar flight of low desire , " to be all that we ought to be . Poetry is so happily adapted to our ...
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... voice , and threatening mien , With screaming horror's funeral cry , Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty : Thy form benign , oh Goddess ! wear , Thy milder influence impart , Thy philosophic train be there To soften , not ...
... voice , and threatening mien , With screaming horror's funeral cry , Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty : Thy form benign , oh Goddess ! wear , Thy milder influence impart , Thy philosophic train be there To soften , not ...
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... voice , pro- claiming independent and popular sentiments , from an age of slavery and superstition , and thundering a prediction in the ear of papacy ; which was doomed to be literally fulfilled POETRY FOR SCHOOLS . 35 History of ...
... voice , pro- claiming independent and popular sentiments , from an age of slavery and superstition , and thundering a prediction in the ear of papacy ; which was doomed to be literally fulfilled POETRY FOR SCHOOLS . 35 History of ...
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... voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear ; And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well - practised , wise directions.- And , princes all , believe me , I beseech you ; My father's gone into his grave , and in His tomb lie all ...
... voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear ; And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well - practised , wise directions.- And , princes all , believe me , I beseech you ; My father's gone into his grave , and in His tomb lie all ...
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... voice whose sound was like the sea , Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . " — Wordsworth . Milton ...
... voice whose sound was like the sea , Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . " — Wordsworth . Milton ...
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Ęschylus Ajut ancient Anningait arms Babylon battle beautiful behold beneath blood-hound bosom Branksome breath bright brothers called chief chivalry Comus courser crown Cymbeline dark dead death deep divine dread Druid earth Elidurus England English English poetry Euripides eyes fair father fear fell flowers gave genius gentle glory grace grave Greece Greeks hand hath head heard heart heaven Hector holy honour human Iliad immortal king king of England Lady land light living Lord Lord Byron Lycian Milton mind Minstrel mountain never night noble o'er Patroclus persons poem poet poetry Polynices praise prince queen Rizpah rock Romans Rome round Sarpedon says Shakspeare shore Sir Walter Scott smile soft song Sophocles sorrow soul spirit stood sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil tomb Troy Ulysses verses voice wave wild wind wings woods young
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Page 248 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 31 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 56 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 247 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 300 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 248 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard ; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes : — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears...
Page 48 - Eugh, obedient to the benders will ; The Birch for shaftes ; the Sallow for the mill ; The Mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound ; The warlike Beech ; the Ash for nothing ill ; The fruitful! Olive ; and the Platane round ; The carver Holme ; the Maple seeldom inward sound.
Page 248 - ... mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Page 300 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 84 - Henceforth I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...