Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - Всего страниц: 449 |
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... Land , The Future Life , • XV PAGE W. H. Hurlburt . 368 John G. Whittier . 369 Philip Doddridge . 369 Hartley Coleridge . 370 Oliver W. Holmes . 370 Johann W. Von Goethe . 372 Elizabeth Akers . 373 Anonymous . 374 Robert Browning . 375 ...
... Land , The Future Life , • XV PAGE W. H. Hurlburt . 368 John G. Whittier . 369 Philip Doddridge . 369 Hartley Coleridge . 370 Oliver W. Holmes . 370 Johann W. Von Goethe . 372 Elizabeth Akers . 373 Anonymous . 374 Robert Browning . 375 ...
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... land Shall whisper in the strain ; The voices of their household band Shall sweetly speak again ; The heathery heights in vision rise , Where like the stag they roved ; - Sing to your sons those melodies , The songs your fathers loved ...
... land Shall whisper in the strain ; The voices of their household band Shall sweetly speak again ; The heathery heights in vision rise , Where like the stag they roved ; - Sing to your sons those melodies , The songs your fathers loved ...
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... lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year r ! Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual ...
... lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year r ! Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual ...
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... land , - All the air a sweet psalm , And the meadow a palm , — As a blue vein meanders a liberal hand . When the school - master's daughter With her hands scooped the water , And laughingly proffered the crystal to me , O , there ne'er ...
... land , - All the air a sweet psalm , And the meadow a palm , — As a blue vein meanders a liberal hand . When the school - master's daughter With her hands scooped the water , And laughingly proffered the crystal to me , O , there ne'er ...
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... land ! O pure placid river , Make music forever In the Gardens of Paradise , hard by the throne ! For on thy far shore , Gently drifted before , We may find the lost blossoms that once were our own . Ah , beautiful river , Flow onward ...
... land ! O pure placid river , Make music forever In the Gardens of Paradise , hard by the throne ! For on thy far shore , Gently drifted before , We may find the lost blossoms that once were our own . Ah , beautiful river , Flow onward ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
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Стр. 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Стр. 244 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 240 - 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. 13 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Стр. 263 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. 245 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 7 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 264 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
Стр. 265 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.