Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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... eyes ; The horse and horseman are a happy pair : But , though Sir Walter like a falcon flies , There is a doleful silence in the air . 10 5 50 35 55 60 A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall , That A 9 PT . I. 17 LUCY GRAY .
... eyes ; The horse and horseman are a happy pair : But , though Sir Walter like a falcon flies , There is a doleful silence in the air . 10 5 50 35 55 60 A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall , That A 9 PT . I. 17 LUCY GRAY .
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Herbert Courthope Bowen. A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall , That as they galloped made the echoes roar ; But horse and men are vanished , one and all : Such race , I think , was never seen before . Sir Walter , restless as a ...
Herbert Courthope Bowen. A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall , That as they galloped made the echoes roar ; But horse and men are vanished , one and all : Such race , I think , was never seen before . Sir Walter , restless as a ...
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... He heard the birds their morning carols sing And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . 155 " Now , here is neither grass nor pleasant shade PT . I. 21 HART - LEAP WELL .
... He heard the birds their morning carols sing And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . 155 " Now , here is neither grass nor pleasant shade PT . I. 21 HART - LEAP WELL .
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... morning sees some task begin , Each evening sees it close : Something attempted , something done , Has earn'd a night's repose . 20 20 25 30 335 40 WILLIAM COWPER : 1731-1800 . THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN PT . I. 23 THE VILLAGE ...
... morning sees some task begin , Each evening sees it close : Something attempted , something done , Has earn'd a night's repose . 20 20 25 30 335 40 WILLIAM COWPER : 1731-1800 . THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN PT . I. 23 THE VILLAGE ...
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... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
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Seite 43 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse. The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Seite 6 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 41 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Seite 41 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 13 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 16 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Seite 15 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 42 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 2 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 40 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...