A Year Book of Famous Lyrics: Selections from the British and American Poets, Arranged for Daily Reading Or MemorisingFrederic Lawrence Knowles D. Estes, 1901 - Всего страниц: 392 |
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... hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire , Or but subserves another's gain . Behold , we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall ...
... hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire , Or but subserves another's gain . Behold , we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall ...
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... I laugh , for hope hath happy place with me , If my bark sinks , ' tis to another sea . William Ellery Channing THE PORT OF SHIPS ' Behind him lay the gray 44 February the Thirteenth Philip Bourke Marston , Died 1887.
... I laugh , for hope hath happy place with me , If my bark sinks , ' tis to another sea . William Ellery Channing THE PORT OF SHIPS ' Behind him lay the gray 44 February the Thirteenth Philip Bourke Marston , Died 1887.
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... hath near consign'd us , We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us . Thomas Moore SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's 54 February the Twenty - third John Keats , Died 1821 Jesus, Lover of My ...
... hath near consign'd us , We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us . Thomas Moore SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's 54 February the Twenty - third John Keats , Died 1821 Jesus, Lover of My ...
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... Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle ! The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses , Then breathes a few brave words and brief , Kissing the patriot brow she blesses , With ...
... Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle ! The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses , Then breathes a few brave words and brief , Kissing the patriot brow she blesses , With ...
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... hath she been dead , Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together . A springy motion in her gait , A rising step , did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit : I know not by what ...
... hath she been dead , Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together . A springy motion in her gait , A rising step , did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit : I know not by what ...
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Alfred Tennyson awake beauty Ben Jonson birds bloom bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek child Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dying earth eternal eyes face fair Farewell fear flowers glory gone green grief hair hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven John John Keats John Milton King kiss Lay him low light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love thee love's lullaby moon morning ne'er never night o'er Oh hame Percy Bysshe Shelley rest Robert Browning Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Sail shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion thou art thought unto voice wake Walter Savage Landor weary wee thing weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings
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Стр. 308 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Стр. 336 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Стр. 54 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: " My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Стр. 270 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 348 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 265 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Стр. 3 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 65 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...
Стр. 120 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 26 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.