The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1882 - Всего страниц: 862 |
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... Woods in Winter . Longfellow . 106 Martin 103 Yarrow Unvisited . Wordsworth 74 Wordsworth 28 Yarrow Visited ... Wood . Anonymous . 138 Mother's Love , The .. Burbidge 124 Children's Hour , The . Choosing a Name . Longfellow . 144 My ...
... Woods in Winter . Longfellow . 106 Martin 103 Yarrow Unvisited . Wordsworth 74 Wordsworth 28 Yarrow Visited ... Wood . Anonymous . 138 Mother's Love , The .. Burbidge 124 Children's Hour , The . Choosing a Name . Longfellow . 144 My ...
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... Woods in Winter . Afternoon in February The Children's Hour . 68 69 Ivry . Naseby . 367 369 106 107 McCarthy , Denis Florence . 144 The Open Window 149 The Fire of Drift - Wood 168 Born in Cork , Ireland , about 1810 ; died in Dublin ...
... Woods in Winter . Afternoon in February The Children's Hour . 68 69 Ivry . Naseby . 367 369 106 107 McCarthy , Denis Florence . 144 The Open Window 149 The Fire of Drift - Wood 168 Born in Cork , Ireland , about 1810 ; died in Dublin ...
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... 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 . A Drop of Wew . SEE how the orient dew , Shed from the bosom of the morn ...
... 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 . A Drop of Wew . SEE how the orient dew , Shed from the bosom of the morn ...
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... woods With the light dallying of the west - wind play , And the full - brimming floods , As gladly to their goal they run , Hail the returning sun . JAMES GATES PERCIVAL . Song to May . MAY , queen of blossoms , And fulfilling flowers ...
... woods With the light dallying of the west - wind play , And the full - brimming floods , As gladly to their goal they run , Hail the returning sun . JAMES GATES PERCIVAL . Song to May . MAY , queen of blossoms , And fulfilling flowers ...
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... woods perhaps may shake , But blustering care could never tempest make , Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us , Saving of fountains that glide by us . Here's no fantastic mask nor dance , But of our kids that frisk and prance ; Nor wars are ...
... woods perhaps may shake , But blustering care could never tempest make , Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us , Saving of fountains that glide by us . Here's no fantastic mask nor dance , But of our kids that frisk and prance ; Nor wars are ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird blessed bonnie breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae glory golden grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill king kiss lady land light lips live look Lord milldams moon morning ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young Beichan youth
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Стр. 665 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Стр. 779 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Стр. 417 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 114 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Стр. 742 - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 614 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 30 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but...
Стр. 666 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
Стр. 785 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic...
Стр. 676 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!