The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1879 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... dream . Deceitfulness of Love . Discourse with Cupid .. Dain Returned .. Dream . Earnest Salt ... Enithalamion .. Epithalamium . Eve of St. Agnes . ..... Anacreon . 281 Lines to an Indian Air . Shelley 257 Concley . 278 Lochinvar . Sir ...
... dream . Deceitfulness of Love . Discourse with Cupid .. Dain Returned .. Dream . Earnest Salt ... Enithalamion .. Epithalamium . Eve of St. Agnes . ..... Anacreon . 281 Lines to an Indian Air . Shelley 257 Concley . 278 Lochinvar . Sir ...
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... Campbell .. 481 Browning 516 Milton ... 504 W Dimond ... 484 512 510 Last Journey . 511 Lord Randal , 487 Lost Leader .. Lycidas . 507 Mariner's Dream . Anonymous .. 456 May Queen .. Mother and Poet . Mother's Last Song.
... Campbell .. 481 Browning 516 Milton ... 504 W Dimond ... 484 512 510 Last Journey . 511 Lord Randal , 487 Lost Leader .. Lycidas . 507 Mariner's Dream . Anonymous .. 456 May Queen .. Mother and Poet . Mother's Last Song.
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... Dream .... 288 The Good Great Man ... 697 When we two parted .. 291 Destruction of Sennacherib .. 844 COLLINS , ANN . Lived in England about 1650 . Song of the Greek Poet .. 383 The Prisoner of Chillon . 476 Winter being Over .. 670 Oh ...
... Dream .... 288 The Good Great Man ... 697 When we two parted .. 291 Destruction of Sennacherib .. 844 COLLINS , ANN . Lived in England about 1650 . Song of the Greek Poet .. 383 The Prisoner of Chillon . 476 Winter being Over .. 670 Oh ...
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... Dream .... 484 Good - bye .. DOBELL SYDNEY . EMERSON , RALPH WALDO . Born in Boston , Mass . , in 1803 . The Rhodora . To the Humble Bee .. The Snow Storm .. Threnody ... Ode to Beauty . Guy ... Bacchus .. 111 679 Boin at Peckham Rye ...
... Dream .... 484 Good - bye .. DOBELL SYDNEY . EMERSON , RALPH WALDO . Born in Boston , Mass . , in 1803 . The Rhodora . To the Humble Bee .. The Snow Storm .. Threnody ... Ode to Beauty . Guy ... Bacchus .. 111 679 Boin at Peckham Rye ...
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... Dream of Eugene Aram .. 487 On first looking into Chapman's Homer .. 654 Bridge of Sighs ... 498 Ode - Bards of Passion .. 656 Song of the Shirt .. 499 Ode on a Grecian Urn .. 660 The Death - bed .. 502 Robin Hood .... 698 The Water ...
... Dream of Eugene Aram .. 487 On first looking into Chapman's Homer .. 654 Bridge of Sighs ... 498 Ode - Bards of Passion .. 656 Song of the Shirt .. 499 Ode on a Grecian Urn .. 660 The Death - bed .. 502 Robin Hood .... 698 The Water ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON auld lang syne BARRY CORNWALL beauty bird blue bonnie Born Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds Cuckoo dark dead dear delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair flowers friends gentle golden green grief happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour kiss lady ladye leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Lovel love's lovers maid merry moon morning mother mountain ne'er never night nightingale NUT-BROWN MAID o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure pray quoth rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wood young Beichan
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Стр. 722 - Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life. Be not like dumb, driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future, bowe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act—act in the living present ! Heart within, and
Стр. 715 - for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishing, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised— Hut for those first
Стр. 704 - coward-slave, we pass him by ; We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp— The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
Стр. 537 - sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green ; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see : Those be rubies, fairy favors— In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. FAIRY
Стр. 713 - a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light— The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore : Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen, I now can
Стр. 242 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 729 - Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice : Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor
Стр. 635 - may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work And o'er her sickle bending ;— I listened motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. WILLIAM
Стр. 519 - we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow 1 Lightly they
Стр. 507 - spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed. 0 fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ; Bat now