Popular Poetic Pearls, and Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1887 - 384 pagina's |
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Pagina 47
... twas given A golden harp to buy , Such as the white - robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy . Lost ! lost ! lost ! I feel all search is vain ; That gem of countless cost Can ne'er be mine again . I offer no reward , For till these ...
... twas given A golden harp to buy , Such as the white - robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy . Lost ! lost ! lost ! I feel all search is vain ; That gem of countless cost Can ne'er be mine again . I offer no reward , For till these ...
Pagina 87
... twas solely mine , indeed : But that's no matter - paint it so ; The eyes of our mother- ( take good heed ) -- Looking not on the nestful of eggs , Nor the fluttering bird , held so fast by the legs , But straight through our faces down ...
... twas solely mine , indeed : But that's no matter - paint it so ; The eyes of our mother- ( take good heed ) -- Looking not on the nestful of eggs , Nor the fluttering bird , held so fast by the legs , But straight through our faces down ...
Pagina 122
... twas wicked ) why God would not swing those gold doors of the sky And take me from this world , that's grown so strange , To heaven , where maybe fashions do not change ; For I am like a gnarled and withered tree With a new growth of ...
... twas wicked ) why God would not swing those gold doors of the sky And take me from this world , that's grown so strange , To heaven , where maybe fashions do not change ; For I am like a gnarled and withered tree With a new growth of ...
Pagina 127
... Twas more than eighteen hundred years ago ; And if its words were any way amiss . He'd probably have told us long ere this . Leastways , He's heard me so far in that style , And I'll hang to it yet a little while . Ah me ! this matter's ...
... Twas more than eighteen hundred years ago ; And if its words were any way amiss . He'd probably have told us long ere this . Leastways , He's heard me so far in that style , And I'll hang to it yet a little while . Ah me ! this matter's ...
Pagina 149
... twas a towmond auld , sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , POPULAR POETIC PEARLS . 149.
... twas a towmond auld , sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , POPULAR POETIC PEARLS . 149.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bell bird blessed born breast breath bright cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead dear death deep died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray grew hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope hour JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow shine silent sleep smiling song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell tender thee There's thou thought toil Twas voice weary whispered wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder Work-work-work young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 60 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 46 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Pagina 102 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never - nevermore.
Pagina 99 - ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.
Pagina 250 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pagina 101 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Pagina 150 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Pagina 151 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 20 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Pagina 45 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.