Jewels Gathered from Painter & PoetCassell, Petter, and Galpin, 1865 - 79 pagina's |
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... king - cup chain , she sung Her household melodies - those strains that bear The hearer back to Eden . Surely ne'er A brighter vision blest my dreams . " Whose child Art thou , " I said , " sweet girl ? " In accent mild She answer'd ...
... king - cup chain , she sung Her household melodies - those strains that bear The hearer back to Eden . Surely ne'er A brighter vision blest my dreams . " Whose child Art thou , " I said , " sweet girl ? " In accent mild She answer'd ...
Pagina 16
... king was then a husbandman ; He honour'd the plough And the barley - mow , Maintained his court from off his farm , And kept all round him tight and warm , Like a right - down Suffolk yeoman . The plough was then a nation's boast , And ...
... king was then a husbandman ; He honour'd the plough And the barley - mow , Maintained his court from off his farm , And kept all round him tight and warm , Like a right - down Suffolk yeoman . The plough was then a nation's boast , And ...
Pagina 17
... King , he fear'd his God , But he fear'd no man on earth who trod ; He lov'd his farm , And he found a charm In every useful , sterling art ; And he wore the home - spun coat and heart Of a manly Suffolk yeoman . Since , then , the ...
... King , he fear'd his God , But he fear'd no man on earth who trod ; He lov'd his farm , And he found a charm In every useful , sterling art ; And he wore the home - spun coat and heart Of a manly Suffolk yeoman . Since , then , the ...
Pagina 32
... King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fix'd the where and when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here's twenty thousand Cornishmen Will see the reason why ! Out spake their captain brave and bold , A merry ...
... King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do . And have they fix'd the where and when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Here's twenty thousand Cornishmen Will see the reason why ! Out spake their captain brave and bold , A merry ...
Pagina 33
... kings Its lustrous ray the diamond flings ; Yet few of those who see its beam Amid the torch - light's dazzling gleam As bright as though a meteor shone , Can call the costly prize their own . But gems of every form and hue Are ...
... kings Its lustrous ray the diamond flings ; Yet few of those who see its beam Amid the torch - light's dazzling gleam As bright as though a meteor shone , Can call the costly prize their own . But gems of every form and hue Are ...
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Jewels Gathered from Painter and Poet: A Selection of Poems (Classic Reprint) William James Linton Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
Jewels Gathered from Painter and Poet. a Selection of Poems W. J. (William James) Linton Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2012 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Abra loved adieu ADMIRAL COLLINGWOOD beauteous beneath bird bless brave bright brow calm chidden child Christmas cried Cumnor Hall dear deep dream earth English Merchant eyes fair faithful band fear flax flowers gazed gentle Georgian maid GEORGIAN SULTANA Gilbert à Becket golden grew grove hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit Ho ho ho Holy Land hour I-have king lonely look'd maid like Abra maiden merry minstrel Minstrel's Curse morn N. P. WILLIS ne'er night O-had-I o'er pass'd post and pair prayer pride rose round royal Abbas moved Saracen Lady seem'd shade shine Sir Jonathan Trelawny SIR WALTER SCOTT smile soft song soul spake Spinning Maiden's Cross stands Suffolk yeoman sung sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne Trelawny Twas voice W. J. LINTON wander'd wandering wave wild wing youth like royal Zarina
Populaire passages
Pagina 57 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 78 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Pagina 57 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Pagina 70 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Pagina 79 - Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum Cries: "Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!
Pagina 13 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year I Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Pagina 5 - Know'st thou not me ?" the Deep Voice cried ; " So long enjoyed, so oft misused, — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief— While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief When TIME and thou shall part for ever!
Pagina 74 - The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith WT very gladness grat.
Pagina 7 - Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile.
Pagina 9 - How far less blest am I than them, Daily to pine and waste with care ! Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. " Nor, cruel Earl ! can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude ; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns, or pratings rude. " Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say : 'Countess, prepare — thy end is near.