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Page 11
... o'er me ; Give the face of earth around And the road before me . Wealth I seek not , hope nor love , Nor a friend to know me ; All I seek , the heaven above And the road below me . Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger ...
... o'er me ; Give the face of earth around And the road before me . Wealth I seek not , hope nor love , Nor a friend to know me ; All I seek , the heaven above And the road below me . Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger ...
Page 12
... o'er me ; Give the face of earth around , And the road before me . Wealth I ask not , hope nor love , Nor a friend to know me . All I ask , the heaven above , And the road below me . Stevenson On the Hearth - Rug ' LITTLE tongue of red ...
... o'er me ; Give the face of earth around , And the road before me . Wealth I ask not , hope nor love , Nor a friend to know me . All I ask , the heaven above , And the road below me . Stevenson On the Hearth - Rug ' LITTLE tongue of red ...
Page 14
... o'er the mountain waves , Her home is on the deep . With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below- As they roar on the shore , When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do ...
... o'er the mountain waves , Her home is on the deep . With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below- As they roar on the shore , When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do ...
Page 15
... o'er , Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in ...
... o'er , Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in ...
Page 16
... O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with our bayonets turning , By the struggling moonbeam's misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast ...
... O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with our bayonets turning , By the struggling moonbeam's misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast ...
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A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem QUINQUEREME rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth