The Household Book of PoetryD. Appleton, 1878 - Всего страниц: 28 |
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... Bring orchis , bring the fox - glove spire , The little speedwell's darling blue , Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew , Laburnums , dropping - wells of fire . O thou , new year , delaying long , Delayest the sorrow in my blood , That ...
... Bring orchis , bring the fox - glove spire , The little speedwell's darling blue , Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew , Laburnums , dropping - wells of fire . O thou , new year , delaying long , Delayest the sorrow in my blood , That ...
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... bring unto this grove My love , to hear , and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise : Nay ...
... bring unto this grove My love , to hear , and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise : Nay ...
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... bring To smell again these summer flowers beneath thick leafiness to bowers . Up , up , my heart ! and walk abroad ; fling To suck once more in every breath their lit- cark and care aside ; tle souls away , Seek silent hills , or rest ...
... bring To smell again these summer flowers beneath thick leafiness to bowers . Up , up , my heart ! and walk abroad ; fling To suck once more in every breath their lit- cark and care aside ; tle souls away , Seek silent hills , or rest ...
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... bring XIII . Till to a lawn I came , all white and green ; I in so fair a one had never been : VII . And of that longing heaviness doth come , Whence oft great sickness grows of heart and home ; Sick are they all for lack of their ...
... bring XIII . Till to a lawn I came , all white and green ; I in so fair a one had never been : VII . And of that longing heaviness doth come , Whence oft great sickness grows of heart and home ; Sick are they all for lack of their ...
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... bring thereto , quoth I , For Love and it hath done me mighty woe . " Beshrew all them that are in love untrue . " LI . And soon as she had sung it to an end , Now farewell , quoth she , for I hence must wend ; And , God of Love , that ...
... bring thereto , quoth I , For Love and it hath done me mighty woe . " Beshrew all them that are in love untrue . " LI . And soon as she had sung it to an end , Now farewell , quoth she , for I hence must wend ; And , God of Love , that ...
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Стр. 707 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 56 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Стр. 582 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Стр. 574 - I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 175 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 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. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Стр. 232 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 340 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 375 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 597 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Стр. 356 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...