English Verse: Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's, 1883 |
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Pagina xii
... weary at last of persecutions and arrests , sat down in retirement , at the age of fifty - eight , with a wife and six children , and penned The Life and Sur- prising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe , of York , Mariner . Like nothing that ...
... weary at last of persecutions and arrests , sat down in retirement , at the age of fifty - eight , with a wife and six children , and penned The Life and Sur- prising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe , of York , Mariner . Like nothing that ...
Pagina 8
... weary strife of frail Humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them who in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth . Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot , Who do thy work and know it ...
... weary strife of frail Humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them who in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth . Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot , Who do thy work and know it ...
Pagina 24
... to Hope what Hope first gave to Love . Yet haply there will come a weary day When , overtask'd at length , Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way . 24 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . Love and Hope and Patience in Education.
... to Hope what Hope first gave to Love . Yet haply there will come a weary day When , overtask'd at length , Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way . 24 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . Love and Hope and Patience in Education.
Pagina 32
... weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is thine : To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine . A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A doublet of the Lincoln green , — No more of me you ...
... weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is thine : To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine . A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A doublet of the Lincoln green , — No more of me you ...
Pagina 33
William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. DEATH - CHANT . Wasted , weary , wherefore stay , Wrestling thus with earth and clay ? From the body pass away ! Hark ! the mass is singing . From thee doff thy mortal weed ! Mary Mother be ...
William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. DEATH - CHANT . Wasted , weary , wherefore stay , Wrestling thus with earth and clay ? From the body pass away ! Hark ! the mass is singing . From thee doff thy mortal weed ! Mary Mother be ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Æsir Anerley Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird blue Born bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cloud Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost doth dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall flowers frae glory golden grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss kiss'd land leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden Massachusetts morning never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine Season of mists shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind young
Populaire passages
Pagina 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Pagina 165 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Pagina 190 - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Pagina 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pagina 249 - I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Pagina 169 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Pagina 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Pagina 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Pagina 101 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.