The String of Diamonds: Gathered from Many MinesHamersley, 1852 - 240 pagina's |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angel beauty bells bird bloom blush bosom breast breath bright brow chamber door cloud dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWARD COATE PINKNEY eyes face fair fancy fear feeling Florence Vane flowers gazed glory golden grace grave green grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN holy hope hour KARL THEODORE KORNER LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP leaves LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON light lips lonely look love's meadows starred morning murmur ne'er Nevermore night o'er pale pass passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PHILIP JAMES BAILEY poet praise pride purple Quoth the Raven rainbow Raven rose round scorn shadow sigh silence silver singing SKY LARK sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree voice wandering wave weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings young
Populaire passages
Pagina 35 - 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 37 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging and the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Pagina 171 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Pagina 143 - 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. Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Pagina 152 - 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!
Pagina 153 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pagina 88 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pagina 148 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Pagina 119 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Pagina 28 - 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.