The Student's Treasury of English Song ...T. Nelson and Sons, 1873 |
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Pagina 18
... child will cross the glade To take his nurse his broken toy ; Sometimes a thrush flit overhead , Deep in her unknown day's employ . Here at my feet what wonders pass , What endless , active life is here ! What blowing daisies , fragrant ...
... child will cross the glade To take his nurse his broken toy ; Sometimes a thrush flit overhead , Deep in her unknown day's employ . Here at my feet what wonders pass , What endless , active life is here ! What blowing daisies , fragrant ...
Pagina 19
... child sleeps warmly in his bed . Calm Soul of all things ! make it mine To feel , amid the city's jar , That there abides a peace of thine , Man did not make , and cannot mar ! The will to neither strive nor cry , The power to feel with ...
... child sleeps warmly in his bed . Calm Soul of all things ! make it mine To feel , amid the city's jar , That there abides a peace of thine , Man did not make , and cannot mar ! The will to neither strive nor cry , The power to feel with ...
Pagina 36
... child- hood ; childish ways and little children being the subject of some of his most successful effusions . A collective edition of his poems appeared in 1862 , comprising " Queen Eleanor's Vengeance , " " Baby May , " Songs ...
... child- hood ; childish ways and little children being the subject of some of his most successful effusions . A collective edition of his poems appeared in 1862 , comprising " Queen Eleanor's Vengeance , " " Baby May , " Songs ...
Pagina 41
... Children ” —a companion piece for Hood's " Song of the Shirt " - " Bertha in the Lane , " " Lady Geraldine's Courtship , " and other fervidly thoughtful lyrics and lays which have become permanently incorporated with our English litera ...
... Children ” —a companion piece for Hood's " Song of the Shirt " - " Bertha in the Lane , " " Lady Geraldine's Courtship , " and other fervidly thoughtful lyrics and lays which have become permanently incorporated with our English litera ...
Pagina 44
... child that knoweth not His mother while she blesses , And drops upon his burning brow The coolness of her kisses , - That turns his fevered eyes around— 66 ' My mother ! where's my mother ? " As if such tender words and deeds Could come ...
... child that knoweth not His mother while she blesses , And drops upon his burning brow The coolness of her kisses , - That turns his fevered eyes around— 66 ' My mother ! where's my mother ? " As if such tender words and deeds Could come ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath bird born breath bright BROWNING BRYAN WALLER PROCTER BYRON BYSSHE SHELLEY calm Casa Wappy CHARLES MACKAY child cloud COLERIDGE dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers glory GOETHE golden grace green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Kilmeny King LEIGH HUNT LIFE'S light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD LYTTON lyrical LYTTON morning Myrrha never night o'er passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poems poet poetical poetry ring rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE says SCOTT shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SOUTHEY spirit spring stars strife sweet tears tender TENNYSON thee thine things thou thought TRUTH voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED WORDSWORTH youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 461 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Pagina 129 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pagina 401 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Pagina 498 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Pagina 393 - 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.
Pagina 493 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Pagina 458 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Pagina 52 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Pagina 393 - 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.