Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1885 - 384 pagina's |
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... hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet ; The sound of a door that is opened , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending the brood hall stair , Grave Alice , and laughing Allegre , And ...
... hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet ; The sound of a door that is opened , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending the brood hall stair , Grave Alice , and laughing Allegre , And ...
Pagina 34
... hear the language of his trite devotions , Rising behind the straight - backed kitchen chair . I can remember how the sentence sounded --- 66 Help us , O Lord , to pray and not to faint ! " And how the " conquering and to conquer ...
... hear the language of his trite devotions , Rising behind the straight - backed kitchen chair . I can remember how the sentence sounded --- 66 Help us , O Lord , to pray and not to faint ! " And how the " conquering and to conquer ...
Pagina 101
... hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer little meaning , little relevancy bore ; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door , Bird or beast upon the ...
... hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer little meaning , little relevancy bore ; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door , Bird or beast upon the ...
Pagina 109
... hear , The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship , And , in our lonely life , had grown To have an almost human tone . As night drew on , and , from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west , The sun , a snow ...
... hear , The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship , And , in our lonely life , had grown To have an almost human tone . As night drew on , and , from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west , The sun , a snow ...
Pagina 112
... hear . " Down the hills of Angostura still the storm of battle rolls , Blood is flowing , men are dying , -God have mercy on their souls ! " Who is losing ? who is winning ? - " Over hill and over plain , I see but smoke of cannon ...
... hear . " Down the hills of Angostura still the storm of battle rolls , Blood is flowing , men are dying , -God have mercy on their souls ! " Who is losing ? who is winning ? - " Over hill and over plain , I see but smoke of cannon ...
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Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of Poets (Classic Reprint) Frank Mcalpine Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bell bird blessed born breast breath bright child cloud Dacotahs dark dead dear death died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH ADDISON JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water leave life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sang shadow shine silent sing 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 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 257 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Pagina 104 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Pagina 201 - THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pagina 251 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Pagina 141 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Pagina 100 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Pagina 60 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, 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 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
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.