A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsJ.B. Ford, 1872 - 789 pàgines |
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Pàgina xii
... happy Rose ! " England , 1855-1861 . Holy Spirit , The Die down , O dismal day " Homesick " O winter , wilt thou never , never go ? " GRAY , THOMAS . Engload , 1715-1,71 . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Spring GREENE , ROBERT ...
... happy Rose ! " England , 1855-1861 . Holy Spirit , The Die down , O dismal day " Homesick " O winter , wilt thou never , never go ? " GRAY , THOMAS . Engload , 1715-1,71 . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Spring GREENE , ROBERT ...
Pàgina xix
... Happy Life , The SWAIN , CHARLES . England , b . 1803 . A Violet in her Hair " I stand on Zion's mount " 41 135 Mr. Molony's Account of the Ball Sorrows of Werther White Squall , The THAXTER , MRS . CELIA . Isles of Shoals . 730 764 479 ...
... Happy Life , The SWAIN , CHARLES . England , b . 1803 . A Violet in her Hair " I stand on Zion's mount " 41 135 Mr. Molony's Account of the Ball Sorrows of Werther White Squall , The THAXTER , MRS . CELIA . Isles of Shoals . 730 764 479 ...
Pàgina xxx
... happy solution of an algebraical or geometrical problem , and I have been assured by one who devoted himself to the science of mathematics that the phenomenon is no uncommon one . Let us beware , therefore , of assigning too narrow ...
... happy solution of an algebraical or geometrical problem , and I have been assured by one who devoted himself to the science of mathematics that the phenomenon is no uncommon one . Let us beware , therefore , of assigning too narrow ...
Pàgina 4
... Happy smiles and wailing cries ; Crows , and laughs , and tearful eyes ; Lights and shadows , swifter born Than on wind - swept autumn corn ; Ever some new tiny notion , Making every limb all motion ; Catchings up of legs and arms ...
... Happy smiles and wailing cries ; Crows , and laughs , and tearful eyes ; Lights and shadows , swifter born Than on wind - swept autumn corn ; Ever some new tiny notion , Making every limb all motion ; Catchings up of legs and arms ...
Pàgina 7
... happy pair , Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight , Sleeping , waking , still at ease , Pleasing ... happy lot , This in time will be forgot : Other pleasures , other cares , Ever busy Time prepares ; And thou shalt in thy ...
... happy pair , Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight , Sleeping , waking , still at ease , Pleasing ... happy lot , This in time will be forgot : Other pleasures , other cares , Ever busy Time prepares ; And thou shalt in thy ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visualització completa - 1872 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Passatges populars
Pàgina 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pàgina 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pàgina 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Pàgina 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Pàgina 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Pàgina 644 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Pàgina 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Pàgina 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pàgina 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets