The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, Volumul 1H. Holt, 1918 - 4009 pagini |
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Pagina xxvi
... Poor Susan . Children's Song . The Mitherless Bairn . The Cry of the Children . The Shadow - Child ... Mother Wept .. Duty . Lucy Gray . In the Children's Hospital . " If I Were Dead " . William Wordsworth . 281 Ford Madox Hueffer . 282 ...
... Poor Susan . Children's Song . The Mitherless Bairn . The Cry of the Children . The Shadow - Child ... Mother Wept .. Duty . Lucy Gray . In the Children's Hospital . " If I Were Dead " . William Wordsworth . 281 Ford Madox Hueffer . 282 ...
Pagina liii
... Poor Jack . " Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep " .. Emma Hart Willard .. A Passer - by . Off Rivière du Loup . Christmas at Sea . The Port o ' Heart's Desire . On the Quay .. The Forging of the Anchor . Drifting .. " How's My Boy ' The ...
... Poor Jack . " Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep " .. Emma Hart Willard .. A Passer - by . Off Rivière du Loup . Christmas at Sea . The Port o ' Heart's Desire . On the Quay .. The Forging of the Anchor . Drifting .. " How's My Boy ' The ...
Pagina lxxix
... Poor Souls . Marjorie L. C. Pickthall . 3552 The Two Mysteries ... Sentence . Resurrection .. The Sleeper ... The Widow's Mite .. Mother and Poet .. A Mother in Egypt .. The Dark Road . Out of Hearing .. " John Anderson , My Jo " The ...
... Poor Souls . Marjorie L. C. Pickthall . 3552 The Two Mysteries ... Sentence . Resurrection .. The Sleeper ... The Widow's Mite .. Mother and Poet .. A Mother in Egypt .. The Dark Road . Out of Hearing .. " John Anderson , My Jo " The ...
Pagina 35
... poor Robin do then , Poor thing ? He'll sit in a barn , And to keep himself warm , Will hide his head under his wing , Poor thing ! HIGGLEBY , piggleby , my black hen , She lays eggs for gentlemen ; Sometimes nine , and sometimes ten ...
... poor Robin do then , Poor thing ? He'll sit in a barn , And to keep himself warm , Will hide his head under his wing , Poor thing ! HIGGLEBY , piggleby , my black hen , She lays eggs for gentlemen ; Sometimes nine , and sometimes ten ...
Pagina 44
... cheese ; - The garden mouse eats what he can ; We will not grudge him seeds and stocks , Poor little timid furry man . Christina Georgina Rossetti [ 1830-1894 ] ' Merry are the Bells " 45 ROBIN REDBREAST LITTLE 44 Poems of Youth and Age.
... cheese ; - The garden mouse eats what he can ; We will not grudge him seeds and stocks , Poor little timid furry man . Christina Georgina Rossetti [ 1830-1894 ] ' Merry are the Bells " 45 ROBIN REDBREAST LITTLE 44 Poems of Youth and Age.
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Pagina 1558 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Pagina 1529 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While .thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 259 - 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 1546 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Pagina 629 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 371 - Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Pagina 773 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 628 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 1528 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in...
Pagina 327 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...