The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 pagini |
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Pagina 3
... night ! I will return with morning light . [ He goes out . [ The Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee ...
... night ! I will return with morning light . [ He goes out . [ The Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee ...
Pagina 5
... night - fall now - and through the uncurtained window I see the stars ; there is no moon to - night . Here then I light my lamp for the last time ; And ere that feeble flame has spent itself , A soul will have departed ! Without ...
... night - fall now - and through the uncurtained window I see the stars ; there is no moon to - night . Here then I light my lamp for the last time ; And ere that feeble flame has spent itself , A soul will have departed ! Without ...
Pagina 8
... night I will lay ceaseless schemes ! Here , in the face of my ancestral home , I make this solemn vow ! -So help me God ! Strang . You have done well . The oath is good- now keep it ! But I must part from you- my road lies hence . Thos ...
... night I will lay ceaseless schemes ! Here , in the face of my ancestral home , I make this solemn vow ! -So help me God ! Strang . You have done well . The oath is good- now keep it ! But I must part from you- my road lies hence . Thos ...
Pagina 9
... night is chill and stormy , give me shelter . Thos . My hut is no fit place for guest to lodge in ! I've neither chair nor table , bread nor wine . Trav . But you have fire —and a good roof above you ! Thos . A little further on a ...
... night is chill and stormy , give me shelter . Thos . My hut is no fit place for guest to lodge in ! I've neither chair nor table , bread nor wine . Trav . But you have fire —and a good roof above you ! Thos . A little further on a ...
Pagina 10
... night and day companion ! [ He shrinks into the shade , and lies close But hence ! this is no land of safety for me . under the bank . Man . Now , by your leave , good friend , Who may you be ? Thos . A poor night traveller , Who takes ...
... night and day companion ! [ He shrinks into the shade , and lies close But hence ! this is no land of safety for me . under the bank . Man . Now , by your leave , good friend , Who may you be ? Thos . A poor night traveller , Who takes ...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Vizualizare completă - 1840 |
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Pagina 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Pagina 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Pagina 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Pagina 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Pagina 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 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!
Pagina 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Pagina 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Pagina 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Pagina 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt 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...