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Pàgina xi
... strain The Open Window The Pic Nic Byron . The Poor Man Speaketh About Trees The Primrose J. Clare 38 The Sea Diver The Sea Shell The Silent Voice Longfellow 86 • B. Barton 142 • Anon . 186 The Three Sons The Two Angels The Stormy ...
... strain The Open Window The Pic Nic Byron . The Poor Man Speaketh About Trees The Primrose J. Clare 38 The Sea Diver The Sea Shell The Silent Voice Longfellow 86 • B. Barton 142 • Anon . 186 The Three Sons The Two Angels The Stormy ...
Pàgina 23
... little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay . Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way Thro ' secret woes the world has never known , When on the weary night dawned heavier day , And SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 23.
... little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay . Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way Thro ' secret woes the world has never known , When on the weary night dawned heavier day , And SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 23.
Pàgina 39
... strain , Which a choir of young creatures respond to again . The birds are all singing , each heart is elate With the rosy - cheek'd urchin that hangs on the gate . The rosy - cheek'd urchin that swings on the gate Hath nature's own ...
... strain , Which a choir of young creatures respond to again . The birds are all singing , each heart is elate With the rosy - cheek'd urchin that hangs on the gate . The rosy - cheek'd urchin that swings on the gate Hath nature's own ...
Pàgina 59
... ; a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud : The harp - strings rang a thrilling strain and broke , And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 59 A Mother's Sacrifice Anon Sigourney 176.
... ; a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud : The harp - strings rang a thrilling strain and broke , And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 59 A Mother's Sacrifice Anon Sigourney 176.
Pàgina 80
... Strains that my soul hath loved of yore , When all was mine that made life dear . A light gleams o'er me - yes , I hear The bells chime forth their olden lay ; And feel , with every gushing tear , That I alone am old and grey , Aweary ...
... Strains that my soul hath loved of yore , When all was mine that made life dear . A light gleams o'er me - yes , I hear The bells chime forth their olden lay ; And feel , with every gushing tear , That I alone am old and grey , Aweary ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Andrew Marvell Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom bough bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest forest lea gentle glory grave green grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er once pale passed rest rill rose round shade 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 young 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 198 - 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 248 - 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 161 - 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.