The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... Church , On Receipt of my Mother's Picture , Revisiting the Home of Childhood , . Hubert and Arthur ,. William the Conqueror , R. Browning , P. H. Gosse , Washington Irving ,. W. Shakespeare , Washington Irving ,. Leigh Hunt , J ...
... Church , On Receipt of my Mother's Picture , Revisiting the Home of Childhood , . Hubert and Arthur ,. William the Conqueror , R. Browning , P. H. Gosse , Washington Irving ,. W. Shakespeare , Washington Irving ,. Leigh Hunt , J ...
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... churches ; attend wakes and fairs and other rural festivals ; and cope with the people in all their conditions , and in all their habits and humours . In some countries the large cities absorb the wealth and fashion of the nation ; they ...
... churches ; attend wakes and fairs and other rural festivals ; and cope with the people in all their conditions , and in all their habits and humours . In some countries the large cities absorb the wealth and fashion of the nation ; they ...
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... church of remote architecture , with its low massive portal ; its Gothic tower ; its windows rich with tracery and painted glass , in scrupulous preservation ; its stately monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time , ancestors ...
... church of remote architecture , with its low massive portal ; its Gothic tower ; its windows rich with tracery and painted glass , in scrupulous preservation ; its stately monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time , ancestors ...
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... church , across pleasant fields , and along shady hedgerows , according to an immemorial right of way . The neighbouring village , with its venerable cottages , its public green , sheltered by trees , under which the forefathers of the ...
... church , across pleasant fields , and along shady hedgerows , according to an immemorial right of way . The neighbouring village , with its venerable cottages , its public green , sheltered by trees , under which the forefathers of the ...
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... churches under the roof ; and therefore cannot be so narrowly watched as those species that build more openly but from what I could ever observe , they begin nesting about the middle of May ; and I have remarked , from eggs taken , that ...
... churches under the roof ; and therefore cannot be so narrowly watched as those species that build more openly but from what I could ever observe , they begin nesting about the middle of May ; and I have remarked , from eggs taken , that ...
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appear arms beautiful bells called carried church close clouds continued dark death deep direction earth England English eyes face fall fear feeling feet field fire follow French give green half hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope horse hour island Italy keep kind king land Latin light lists living look Lord means miles mind morning mountains nature never night noble observed once passed person present remained rest rise river rock rolling round seemed seen ship side sometimes sound spirit stands stream sweet thou thought town trees turned village voice walls waves whole wild wind young
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Seite 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Seite 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 63 - 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.
Seite 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Seite 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Seite 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Seite 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Seite 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Seite 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...