Songs of NatureScribner, Armstrong,, 1873 - 160 pagini |
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Pagina 48
... beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then sit thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes - I like of the . O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play ...
... beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then sit thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes - I like of the . O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play ...
Pagina 54
... beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then sit thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes - I like of the . O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play ...
... beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then sit thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes - I like of the . O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play ...
Pagina 58
... beat , Wraps thee in ice , and gives no smile , no kiss , To break long wintry days , still dost thou miss Naught from thy trust ? Still wait , unfaltering , The higher , warmer waves which leap in spring ? O sweet , wise shore , to be ...
... beat , Wraps thee in ice , and gives no smile , no kiss , To break long wintry days , still dost thou miss Naught from thy trust ? Still wait , unfaltering , The higher , warmer waves which leap in spring ? O sweet , wise shore , to be ...
Pagina 77
... beat , All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet , as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race , On that lone shore loud moans the sea . But none , alas ! shall mourn for me ! RICHARD HENRY WILDE . THE ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS ...
... beat , All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet , as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race , On that lone shore loud moans the sea . But none , alas ! shall mourn for me ! RICHARD HENRY WILDE . THE ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS ...
Pagina 86
... beat his bosom warm and tender , To see his Christmas - tree so bright ! It seemed to him a happy dream ; Then , from the starry branches bending , The angels stooped , and through the gleam They lifted him to peace unending , They ...
... beat his bosom warm and tender , To see his Christmas - tree so bright ! It seemed to him a happy dream ; Then , from the starry branches bending , The angels stooped , and through the gleam They lifted him to peace unending , They ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alfred Kappes ANDREW MARVELL BAREFOOT BOY BEAUTEOUS DAY bird blackbird bloom blow breast breath BROOK-SIDE cave of silver Charles Kingsley Chester Hill Christina G COUNT'S LITTLE DAUGHTER dead dear things lift dost doth douce low voice Dwina eyes fair FAWN feet FOREST HYMN FOX-HUNTERS glade happy Hark Hath hear heart holly tree HUMBLEBEE Jasper Gill Joanna Baillie lay a-thinking light Little Bell LOVER merry MIGNONETTE morning Nathaniel Parker Willis never night NYMPH COMPLAINING o'er ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS-TREE PHILIP JAMES BAILEY pipe Richard Henry Stoddard RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Robert Herrick roses sail send us strange shining sighing silent river sings sly green neuk snow SONG SONGSTER SPARROWS BUILD squirrel Summer sweet tears thee thine Thomas Thomas Moran Thou art Thou hast tide top unto VIOLET wandering WEE GREEN NEUK wee sly neuk weep Whare the wheat wheat is wavin Whitney wild William WILLIAM WETMORE STORY WINTER
Pasaje populare
Pagina 54 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Pagina 67 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Pagina 95 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pagina 18 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Pagina 86 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Pagina 17 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye...
Pagina 54 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Pagina 46 - Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Pagina 102 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud — it has sung for three years ; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Pagina 7 - Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned, — To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply : Its choir the winds and waves ; its organ thunder ; Its dome the sky.