Gems of Genius in Poetry and Art: From the Kings and Queens of Thought : and Including Many Prose Selections, a Biographical Index of Authors, EtcThompsom & Thompson, 1899 - 743 pagini |
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Pagina 38
... sound . Ring on , ring on , and still ring on , and wake the echoes round , The while we wish , both for ourselves and all whom we hold dear , That God may gracious be to us in this the bright new year ! ANONYMOUS . Lock me in delight ...
... sound . Ring on , ring on , and still ring on , and wake the echoes round , The while we wish , both for ourselves and all whom we hold dear , That God may gracious be to us in this the bright new year ! ANONYMOUS . Lock me in delight ...
Pagina 48
... sound ! " And oh ! those maidens young , Who wrought in that dreary room With figures drooping and spectres thin , And cheeks without a bloom ; And the Voice that cried : For the pomp of pride , We haste to an early tomb ! " For the ...
... sound ! " And oh ! those maidens young , Who wrought in that dreary room With figures drooping and spectres thin , And cheeks without a bloom ; And the Voice that cried : For the pomp of pride , We haste to an early tomb ! " For the ...
Pagina 49
... bride ; But saving a croun he had naething else beside ; e'e , While my gudeman lies sound by me . to sea , And the croun and the pund were baith for me . BACK ROCK ME TO SLEEP . ACKWARD , turn backward. POEMS OF JOY AND SORROW . 49.
... bride ; But saving a croun he had naething else beside ; e'e , While my gudeman lies sound by me . to sea , And the croun and the pund were baith for me . BACK ROCK ME TO SLEEP . ACKWARD , turn backward. POEMS OF JOY AND SORROW . 49.
Pagina 66
... sound than their tender twitter , That wind - like did come and go . I had a nestful once of my own- Ah , happy , happy I ! Right dearly I loved them : but when they were grown They spread out their wings to fly . Oh , one after one ...
... sound than their tender twitter , That wind - like did come and go . I had a nestful once of my own- Ah , happy , happy I ! Right dearly I loved them : but when they were grown They spread out their wings to fly . Oh , one after one ...
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... sound you hear . Oh , sweet and sad and low As the memory may know Is the glad , pathetic song of Long Ago ! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . DOWN ON THE SUWANNEE RIVER . " AY down upon the Suwannee river , W Far , far away . There's where my ...
... sound you hear . Oh , sweet and sad and low As the memory may know Is the glad , pathetic song of Long Ago ! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . DOWN ON THE SUWANNEE RIVER . " AY down upon the Suwannee river , W Far , far away . There's where my ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fall fear flowers glory glow golden grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour kiss land leaves light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON love's morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain prayer RICHARD HENRY STODDARD ring rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thought trees Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM SHAKSPERE wind wings young youth
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Pagina 503 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pagina 504 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Pagina 376 - 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 275 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Pagina 270 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Pagina 81 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling...
Pagina 77 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal! " Oh but for one short hour, — A respite, however brief! No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief! A little weeping would ease my heart; But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Pagina 150 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 81 - In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me. Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee : But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than...
Pagina 665 - And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen — Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale...