The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1879 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... smile . Thus I learn contentment's power From the slighted willow bower , Ready to give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stormy vale I wind , Haply half in fancy grieving For ...
... smile . Thus I learn contentment's power From the slighted willow bower , Ready to give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stormy vale I wind , Haply half in fancy grieving For ...
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... smile . The rarest things , with wayward will , Beneath the covert hide them still ; The rarest things , to light of day Look shortly forth , and break away . 20 29 One fleeting moment of delight I warmed me in her cheering sight ; And ...
... smile . The rarest things , with wayward will , Beneath the covert hide them still ; The rarest things , to light of day Look shortly forth , and break away . 20 29 One fleeting moment of delight I warmed me in her cheering sight ; And ...
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... smile , And go at last . What were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? DAFFODILS . 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 ...
... smile , And go at last . What were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? DAFFODILS . 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 ...
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... smiling lips and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as ... smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write , But the fair paradise of ...
... smiling lips and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as ... smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write , But the fair paradise of ...
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... smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so bright , and clear ... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate . So in ...
... smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so bright , and clear ... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate . So in ...
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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