ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS Allan-a-dale angels ANNABEL LEE bells bird bless brave breast breath Bregenz bright child Christmas clouds cold cried dark daughter dead dear death deep Dora doth dream earth eyes face fair fair lady father fear feet fell flowers glory gold golden grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW King Estmere kissed knew lady land light lips living Lochinvar lonely look Lord LORD TENNYSON maiden mother never night o'er poor pray prayer ring ROBERT BURTON Robin Hood RODEN NOEL rose round shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee-I thine things THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou thought of thee toil tree Twas unto waves weary weep wild wind wonder word young
Стр. 235 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Стр. 204 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Стр. 204 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee ; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.
Стр. 109 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Стр. 235 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 267 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 121 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Стр. 28 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Стр. 40 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.