School-room Poetry1860 |
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Pàgina 1
... ; And the darkness and the day , The field and its glories all are his-- And the music of the sky , The light of hope and the smile of bliss , And the bursting song of joy . His temple is yonder arch sublime , Its pillars , 1.
... ; And the darkness and the day , The field and its glories all are his-- And the music of the sky , The light of hope and the smile of bliss , And the bursting song of joy . His temple is yonder arch sublime , Its pillars , 1.
Pàgina 2
... smiles , and new worlds spring forth to birth . And suns in new glory rise ; He frowns , and darkness covers the earth , And mantles the frighted skies . He speaks in the thunder's dreadful roar , He shines in the lightning's beam , But ...
... smiles , and new worlds spring forth to birth . And suns in new glory rise ; He frowns , and darkness covers the earth , And mantles the frighted skies . He speaks in the thunder's dreadful roar , He shines in the lightning's beam , But ...
Pàgina 8
... smile Must be supremely blest ; But from her secret cell a sound Burst forth of deep despair , And e'en that light young heart had found The trouble everywhere . Bold Manhood tower'd along , With stately step and high , The tallest ...
... smile Must be supremely blest ; But from her secret cell a sound Burst forth of deep despair , And e'en that light young heart had found The trouble everywhere . Bold Manhood tower'd along , With stately step and high , The tallest ...
Pàgina 28
... smile . ' There's a solace , ' cried she , ' for all others to find , But a mother leaves no equal behind . ' And the kindest blow Death ever gave , Laid the mourning child in the parent's grave . INGRATITUDE . Shakespere . BLOW , blow ...
... smile . ' There's a solace , ' cried she , ' for all others to find , But a mother leaves no equal behind . ' And the kindest blow Death ever gave , Laid the mourning child in the parent's grave . INGRATITUDE . Shakespere . BLOW , blow ...
Pàgina 29
... smile went softly rippling through the roses of his cheek . Round he look'd across his shoulder : -and the Spirit of the Spring Enter'd softly , moved before me , paused and linger'd on the wing ; And she smiled and wept together with a ...
... smile went softly rippling through the roses of his cheek . Round he look'd across his shoulder : -and the Spirit of the Spring Enter'd softly , moved before me , paused and linger'd on the wing ; And she smiled and wept together with a ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom boughs bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child chimes cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest gentle glory grave green green days grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land Last eve leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er pale pass rest rill rose round shade shining sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Pàgina 196 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Pàgina 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Pàgina 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pàgina 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Pàgina 247 - 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.
Pàgina 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Pàgina 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Pàgina 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Pàgina 159 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.