A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsJ.B. Ford, 1872 - 789 pagini |
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... Look at the clock " ALLISON , RICHARD . Misadventures at Margate end , Ith century . " There is a garden in her face " BARNARD , LADY ANNE . 39 Scution , 17.50-1435 . AISTON , WASHINGTON . Auld Robin Gray . self tonn , S. C # 272-473 ...
... Look at the clock " ALLISON , RICHARD . Misadventures at Margate end , Ith century . " There is a garden in her face " BARNARD , LADY ANNE . 39 Scution , 17.50-1435 . AISTON , WASHINGTON . Auld Robin Gray . self tonn , S. C # 272-473 ...
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... Look to my children dear ; Be good unto my boy and girl , No friends else I have here . " With that bespake their mother dear , " O brother kind , " quoth she , " You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or misery . " And if you ...
... Look to my children dear ; Be good unto my boy and girl , No friends else I have here . " With that bespake their mother dear , " O brother kind , " quoth she , " You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or misery . " And if you ...
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... Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore . As they lie before her there , There babbles from chair to chair A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place , With its little gold curls of hair . Then O wonder not that ...
... Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore . As they lie before her there , There babbles from chair to chair A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place , With its little gold curls of hair . Then O wonder not that ...
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... art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy love - sick swain ; By thy comfort have been seen Dead men brought to life again . NICHOLAS BRETON A HEALTH . I FILL this cup to one made 388 POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS . COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION LOVE.
... art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy love - sick swain ; By thy comfort have been seen Dead men brought to life again . NICHOLAS BRETON A HEALTH . I FILL this cup to one made 388 POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS . COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION LOVE.
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... look that you grow not , Stay as you are , and be loved forever . Bud , if I kiss you , ' t is that you blow not , Mind the shut pink mouth opens never - For while thus it pouts , her fingers wrestle , 4 COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION . 49.
... look that you grow not , Stay as you are , and be loved forever . Bud , if I kiss you , ' t is that you blow not , Mind the shut pink mouth opens never - For while thus it pouts , her fingers wrestle , 4 COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION . 49.
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Pagina 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt 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...
Pagina 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Pagina 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Pagina 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Pagina 644 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Pagina 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Pagina 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets