Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... clear , dark mirror , For their haunting light : But a dream of human beauty Lingers on its tide ; Never yet were stars so lovely As the eyes beside . Lovely is the Arab maiden , Leaning thoughtful there ; While the languid gale of ...
... clear , dark mirror , For their haunting light : But a dream of human beauty Lingers on its tide ; Never yet were stars so lovely As the eyes beside . Lovely is the Arab maiden , Leaning thoughtful there ; While the languid gale of ...
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... clear thought , With hope , and faith , holding communion high , Over a fragrant land with flow'rs ywrought , Where gush the living springs of poesy , There speak the voices that I love to hear , There smile the glances that I love to ...
... clear thought , With hope , and faith , holding communion high , Over a fragrant land with flow'rs ywrought , Where gush the living springs of poesy , There speak the voices that I love to hear , There smile the glances that I love to ...
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... clear streams flow . Glad thoughts be thine , sweet Rosalind , Beneath yon laughing skies ; Glad thoughts to make more gladsome still The soft light of thine eyes . No time is this For grief , I wis , Lay of the Greenwood T Westwood.
... clear streams flow . Glad thoughts be thine , sweet Rosalind , Beneath yon laughing skies ; Glad thoughts to make more gladsome still The soft light of thine eyes . No time is this For grief , I wis , Lay of the Greenwood T Westwood.
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... my ladye bright , And to the woods away ! For each waving bough Doth woo us now To where cool winds murmur , and clear streams flow . T. WESTWOOD . FORTUNE . FROM THE FRENCH OF DUKE CHARLES D'ORLEANS . 30 LAY OF THE GREENWOOD .
... my ladye bright , And to the woods away ! For each waving bough Doth woo us now To where cool winds murmur , and clear streams flow . T. WESTWOOD . FORTUNE . FROM THE FRENCH OF DUKE CHARLES D'ORLEANS . 30 LAY OF THE GREENWOOD .
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... thy worn - out sinking clay undressed , Softly , by his pale hand who comes to gather Time's weary pilgrims home to joy and rest . Noiseless and clear , and holiest of the seven , 57 A Wish F A, Butler My Father H F Gould.
... thy worn - out sinking clay undressed , Softly , by his pale hand who comes to gather Time's weary pilgrims home to joy and rest . Noiseless and clear , and holiest of the seven , 57 A Wish F A, Butler My Father H F Gould.
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amid ANON BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed blest bloom boughs brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER charms child clouds dark daugh dead dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes faded thing fair fair Summer faith fame fancy flowers foam FORGET-ME-NOT FRANCES BROWN gaze gentle glad gleam glorious glory grave green hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour LADY land life's light linger lips living type lonely look Love's lyre MARY HOWITT memory morn mother ne'er neath night o'er pale Poet's river floweth rose round Rubezahl shade shadow shines sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts THY DREAM tree voice vow to thee wake wandering Water sleeps wave weary weep WESTWOOD wild winds young youth
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Стр. 102 - Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Стр. 105 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?
Стр. 90 - SLAVE'S DREAM Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Стр. 239 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound...
Стр. 110 - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
Стр. 90 - He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank.
Стр. 186 - YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely...
Стр. 16 - Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name. When but for those our mighty dead All ages past a blank would be, Sunk in Oblivion's murky bed, A desert bare, a shipless sea?
Стр. 108 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Стр. 102 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead past bury its dead ; Act, act in the living present, Heart within, and God o'erhead.