Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A Record of Memory and LoveM.T. Downing, 1867 - 379 pagina's |
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... the circle bending there , With sweeping robe the Bard appears , As silver white his gleaming hair . Bleached by the many winds of years ; And music sleeps in golden strings , Love's rich reward JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER . 31.
... the circle bending there , With sweeping robe the Bard appears , As silver white his gleaming hair . Bleached by the many winds of years ; And music sleeps in golden strings , Love's rich reward JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER . 31.
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A Record of Memory and Love Margaret T. Downing. And music sleeps in golden strings , Love's rich reward , the minstrel sings , Well known to him - the all ! High thoughts and ardent souls desire , What would the Kaisar from the lyre ...
A Record of Memory and Love Margaret T. Downing. And music sleeps in golden strings , Love's rich reward , the minstrel sings , Well known to him - the all ! High thoughts and ardent souls desire , What would the Kaisar from the lyre ...
Pagina 67
... sleep . So , remember , that the friendship Which you now think poor and vain , Will endure , in hope and patience , Till you ask for it again . " To those who have compromised their fidelity , these beautiful lines must be a stinging ...
... sleep . So , remember , that the friendship Which you now think poor and vain , Will endure , in hope and patience , Till you ask for it again . " To those who have compromised their fidelity , these beautiful lines must be a stinging ...
Pagina 81
... Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . I have watched thy beauty fading , And thy strength sink day by day , Soon I know will want and fever , Take thy little life away . Famine makes thy father ...
... Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . I have watched thy beauty fading , And thy strength sink day by day , Soon I know will want and fever , Take thy little life away . Famine makes thy father ...
Pagina 82
... Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . Better thou shouldst perish early , Starve so soon , my darling one , Than in helpless sin and sorrow Vainly live as I have done . Better that thy angel spirit ...
... Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . Better thou shouldst perish early , Starve so soon , my darling one , Than in helpless sin and sorrow Vainly live as I have done . Better that thy angel spirit ...
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Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON angel angel band Ave Maria baby smile Beadsman beautiful beloved sleep bless breast breath bright brow charm cheek child crown dark darling dead dear death deep dream dreary earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Endymion Enoch Arden eyes face fair fancy father fear feel gaze genius gentle giveth His beloved goblet golden Goldsmith grace hand happy hath head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour Johnson Keats king knee Limours lips lonely look Lord Madeline memory merry mind morn mother myrrh never night noble o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale poem poet Porphyro pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS round SAMUEL JOHNSON says Schiller shadows shine silent smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tell tender thee Theodore Tilton thine thou hast thought Thro tion tones Walter Scott wandering weary wild words young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 242 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Pagina 221 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Pagina 138 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap: More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated, overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Pagina 227 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Pagina 238 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
Pagina 252 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure...
Pagina 268 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Pagina 233 - O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see, When they St. Agnes' wool are weaving piously." XIV. "St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve — Yet men will murder upon holy days.
Pagina 329 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Pagina 240 - A table, and, half anguished, threw thereon A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet : — O for some drowsy Morphean amulet ! The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion, The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet, Affray his ears, though but in dying tone : — The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.