The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British poets. Ed. by mrs. A. WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1839 |
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... Summer Mont Blanc ......... The Boy of Egremond ... The Holiday The Convict Ship Hohenlinden ... By Thomas Campbell By William Wordsworth ... By Mrs. Hemans By Thomas Campbell ...... By Mrs. Gordon ....... By Mary Howitt ..... By Miss ...
... Summer Mont Blanc ......... The Boy of Egremond ... The Holiday The Convict Ship Hohenlinden ... By Thomas Campbell By William Wordsworth ... By Mrs. Hemans By Thomas Campbell ...... By Mrs. Gordon ....... By Mary Howitt ..... By Miss ...
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... SUMMER . BY MARY HOWITT . How pleasant the life of a bird must be , Flitting about in each leafy tree ; In the leafy trees so broad and tall , Like a green and beautiful palace - hall , With its airy chambers , light and boon , That ...
... SUMMER . BY MARY HOWITT . How pleasant the life of a bird must be , Flitting about in each leafy tree ; In the leafy trees so broad and tall , Like a green and beautiful palace - hall , With its airy chambers , light and boon , That ...
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... summer air ! " And the birds below give back the cry , " We come , we come , to the branches high ! " How pleasant the life of the bird must be , Flitting about in a leafy tree , And away through the air what joy to go , And to look on ...
... summer air ! " And the birds below give back the cry , " We come , we come , to the branches high ! " How pleasant the life of the bird must be , Flitting about in a leafy tree , And away through the air what joy to go , And to look on ...
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... , That gladden some fairy region old ! On mountain tops , on the billowy sea , On the leafy stems of the forest - tree , How pleasant the life of a bird must be ! MONT BLANC . BY L. E. L. THOU monarch of BIRDS IN SUMMER . 13.
... , That gladden some fairy region old ! On mountain tops , on the billowy sea , On the leafy stems of the forest - tree , How pleasant the life of a bird must be ! MONT BLANC . BY L. E. L. THOU monarch of BIRDS IN SUMMER . 13.
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... summer trees are seen So bright and green , The holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they ; But when the bare and wintry woods we see , What then so cheerful as the holly tree ? So serious should my youth appear among The ...
... summer trees are seen So bright and green , The holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they ; But when the bare and wintry woods we see , What then so cheerful as the holly tree ? So serious should my youth appear among The ...
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babe beneath billows bird blaze blessed blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheer child cold dark dark funereal dead dear deep delight desert DISMAL SWAMP doth dread dream earth fair fairy Farewell father fear flame flowers gaze gleam glory Greatbatch green grief grim rocks happy hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry of Navarre holly tree hour kiss light Loch Ken lonely look LORD BYRON merry miss thee morn mother mountain native never night o'er pale prayer ROBERT SOUTHEY round sail SAMUEL ROGERS saw thee shines shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sweet tears thee in thy There's thine THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS HOOD THOMAS PRINGLE thou thought thy beauty voice wandering waters waves weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young
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Page 26 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 68 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Page 2 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 228 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
Page 199 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 196 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 4 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 3 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Page 71 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 186 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.