Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Pagina 26
... hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But Spring - tide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
... hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But Spring - tide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
Pagina 75
... Hast thou been mine ? Time , like the winged wind When it bends the flowers , Hath left no mark behind To count the hours . Some weight of thought , though loath , On thee he leaves ; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves ...
... Hast thou been mine ? Time , like the winged wind When it bends the flowers , Hath left no mark behind To count the hours . Some weight of thought , though loath , On thee he leaves ; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves ...
Pagina 82
... hast left me free ) The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee : The all of thine that can not die Through dark and dread eternity Returns again to me ; And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
... hast left me free ) The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee : The all of thine that can not die Through dark and dread eternity Returns again to me ; And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
Pagina 99
... hast not thy bliss : For ever wilt thou love and she be fair . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! that can not shed Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And happy melodist ! unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy ...
... hast not thy bliss : For ever wilt thou love and she be fair . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! that can not shed Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And happy melodist ! unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy ...
Pagina 101
... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue : Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue : Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
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Pagina 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Pagina 170 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells How it dwells On the Future ; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Pagina 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Pagina 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pagina 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Pagina 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Pagina 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Pagina 100 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Pagina 77 - Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?