The World's Way: Lays of Life and LabourWilliam P. Nimmo, 1864 - 304 pagini |
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Pagina 11
... Spring comes dancing forth , And Nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast , The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky . The God that strings the silver bow Awakes sometimes the muses too , And lays His ...
... Spring comes dancing forth , And Nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast , The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky . The God that strings the silver bow Awakes sometimes the muses too , And lays His ...
Pagina 16
... spring renews the plain , To Him they cry in winter's pinching reign ; He hears the gay and the distressful call , And with unsparing bounty fills them all . Observe the rising lily's snowy grace , Observe the various 16 SONGS OF LIFE ...
... spring renews the plain , To Him they cry in winter's pinching reign ; He hears the gay and the distressful call , And with unsparing bounty fills them all . Observe the rising lily's snowy grace , Observe the various 16 SONGS OF LIFE ...
Pagina 30
... spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our path grow pale ? They have one season -- all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music 30 SONGS OF LIFE AND LABOUR .
... spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our path grow pale ? They have one season -- all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music 30 SONGS OF LIFE AND LABOUR .
Pagina 89
... spring . In the noontide of life , like the noontide of day , All is radiant around , beneath , and above ; And the wild - flowers expand every leaf in the ray , And our hearts are awaked by the sunlight of love : The young rose of ...
... spring . In the noontide of life , like the noontide of day , All is radiant around , beneath , and above ; And the wild - flowers expand every leaf in the ray , And our hearts are awaked by the sunlight of love : The young rose of ...
Pagina 91
... spring anew , An ' ilka blade o ' grass keps its ain drap o ' dew . Sae , lest ' mid fortune's sunshine , we should feel ower proud an ' hie , An ' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poor- tith's ee , Some wee dark cluds o ...
... spring anew , An ' ilka blade o ' grass keps its ain drap o ' dew . Sae , lest ' mid fortune's sunshine , we should feel ower proud an ' hie , An ' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poor- tith's ee , Some wee dark cluds o ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER American angel Arouse thee beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bosom brave breast breath bright brow calm cheer cloud crown dark darkest hour death despair doth dreams e'er earth ELIZA COOK eternal fair fame fate fear flow flowers frae gloom glory glow golden grief hand happiness hath heart heaven holy honour hope hour humble idle ilka JAMES BALLANTINE JOHN CRITCHLEY KATHARINE PHILIPS labour life's light live Look man's mind morning ne'er Never yield night nonny o'er pain peace Ploughshare poor red planet Mars rest rich RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT POLLOK ROBERT SOUTHEY round shade shadows shine sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spin star strive sweet content tears thine things THOMAS PARNELL thou art thou hast thought to-day To-morrow toil truth voice wealth weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wind wise youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 222 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Pagina 185 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pagina 220 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 25 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Pagina 95 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Pagina 223 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Pagina 3 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Pagina 31 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Pagina 139 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Pagina 271 - O poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is worse weariness than thine, In merely being rich and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are equal in the earth at last; Both, children of the same dear God, Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well-filled past ; A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. THE ROSE: A BALLAD IN...