Gems of English poetry from Chaucer to the present times, selected and arranged by mrs. MarzialsMary Anne Marzials Wesleyan Conference Office, 1867 - 295 pagini |
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Pagina xiii
... Abbey 58 Religion 58 MEHETABEL WESLEY ( MRS . WRIGHT ) : To her Dying Infant 69 59 JAMES THOMSON : Hymn on the Seasons 60 CHARLES WESLEY : Ode on the Death of Dr. Boyce 63 PAGE . Prayer for a Dying Child 64 Youth and CONTENTS . xiii.
... Abbey 58 Religion 58 MEHETABEL WESLEY ( MRS . WRIGHT ) : To her Dying Infant 69 59 JAMES THOMSON : Hymn on the Seasons 60 CHARLES WESLEY : Ode on the Death of Dr. Boyce 63 PAGE . Prayer for a Dying Child 64 Youth and CONTENTS . xiii.
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Mary Anne Marzials. PAGE . Prayer for a Dying Child 64 Youth and Age 65 Epitaph on Mrs. Wesley 67 Lines Dictated a Short Time before his Death 68 SAMUEL JOHNSON : From " The Vanity of Human Wishes " .. 68 JOHN GAMBOLD : The Mystery of ...
Mary Anne Marzials. PAGE . Prayer for a Dying Child 64 Youth and Age 65 Epitaph on Mrs. Wesley 67 Lines Dictated a Short Time before his Death 68 SAMUEL JOHNSON : From " The Vanity of Human Wishes " .. 68 JOHN GAMBOLD : The Mystery of ...
Pagina xvii
... Children , on Chantrey's Monument in Lichfield Cathedral .. 176 A Prayer of Affection 177 Marguerite of France 178 HENRY ... Child , after an Interval of Absence 187 THOMAS HOOD : The Death - Bed 189 ROBERT POLLOK : Friendship 189 THOMAS ...
... Children , on Chantrey's Monument in Lichfield Cathedral .. 176 A Prayer of Affection 177 Marguerite of France 178 HENRY ... Child , after an Interval of Absence 187 THOMAS HOOD : The Death - Bed 189 ROBERT POLLOK : Friendship 189 THOMAS ...
Pagina xviii
... Child Fragment of a Marriage - Song ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING : The Cry of the Children Cowper's Grave The Sleep Crowned and Wedded PAGE . ..... 201 203 205 211 215 217 ELIZA JONES ( MRS . FALLOW ) : There was Silence in Heaven 221 On ...
... Child Fragment of a Marriage - Song ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING : The Cry of the Children Cowper's Grave The Sleep Crowned and Wedded PAGE . ..... 201 203 205 211 215 217 ELIZA JONES ( MRS . FALLOW ) : There was Silence in Heaven 221 On ...
Pagina xix
... Children's Hour The Wind over the Chimney Killed at the Ford ...... The Village Blacksmith 243 245 247 249 250 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL : My Love 252 .... 254 Sonnet GERALD MASSEY : The Wee White Rose ... 254 HENRY HART MILMAN : Hymn from ...
... Children's Hour The Wind over the Chimney Killed at the Ford ...... The Village Blacksmith 243 245 247 249 250 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL : My Love 252 .... 254 Sonnet GERALD MASSEY : The Wee White Rose ... 254 HENRY HART MILMAN : Hymn from ...
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Gems of English poetry from Chaucer to the present times, selected and ... Mary Anne Marzials Vizualizare completă - 1867 |
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angel-light angels beams beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom Born bosom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud COVENTRY PATMORE crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst Died divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes face fair Father fear flame flowers friends glory grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy hope hour John Anderson King land LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light live lonely look'd Lord lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE mighty morn murmur ne'er never night o'er pale praise pride rest RICHARD CRASHAW rise rose round seem'd shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS HOOD Thou art thou hast thought throne thy disease Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild winds wings
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Pagina 110 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Pagina 151 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 30 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Pagina 178 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Pagina 37 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Pagina 142 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 35 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pagina 10 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 242 - Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Pagina 165 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...