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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
afar amaranth amid ancient arms beauty behold beneath birds Blackbird sings blessed bliss blossoms bowers breath bright brow champaign CHARLES KINGSLEY clime cloud cried dark dawn daylight dies days are sad Death deep dream ears earth echoes enchanted boy faint fear flame flowers folded palms FREDERICK TENNYSON gates of Morn glory golden gray green hark hath hear heard heart Heaven Holytide hope hour hush'd immortal hour Immortality laugh light look'd Love mighty mirth morning mountain murmuring night o'er Octavo odorous pale plumed roll'd rose sang sang ye shadows shine sighs skies soft soft eyes softly songs Sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star storm streams Summer sunny sunny brow sweet tears tender thee thro thunder tongues trembling turn'd twilight twixt unto VIII virgin springs voice wake weep wild wind wings World Youth Zephyrus
Populaire passages
Pagina 5 - And his crown'd age upon the top of Time Shall throne him, great in glories, rich in treasures ; The Sun is up, the Day is breaking, Sing ye sweetly, draw anear ; Immortal be the newborn year, And blessed be its \\ aking ! IX.
Pagina 113 - Twixt joy and tears. Blest is the man who with the sound of song Can charm away the heartache, and forget The frost of Penury, and the stings of Wrong, And drown the fatal whisper of Regret ! Darker are the abodes Of Kings, tho' his be poor, While Fancies, like the Gods, Pass thro
Pagina 192 - The trim, quaint garden alleys, screen'd with boughs, The lion-headed gates, so grim and proud, The mossy fountain with its murmurings Lie in warm sunshine — while the blackbird sings. The ring of silver voices, and the sheen Of festal garments — and my Lady streams With her gay court across the garden green; Some laugh, and dance, some whisper their love-dreams; And one calls for a little page; he strings Her lute beside her — while the blackbird sings.
Pagina 195 - Down by the brook he bends his steps, and through A lowly wicket; and at last he stands Awful beside the bed of one who grew From boyhood with him — who, with lifted hands And eyes, seems listening to far welcomings, And sweeter music than the Blackbird sings. Two golden stars, like tokens from the Blest, Strike on his dim orbs from the setting sun ; His sinking hands seem pointing to the West; He smiles as though he said — "Thy will be done": His eyes, they see not those illuminings; His ears,...
Pagina 194 - On the high wold the last look of the sun Burns, like a beacon, over dale and stream; The shouts have ceased, the laughter and the fun; The Grandam sleeps, and peaceful be her dream; Only a hammer on an anvil rings; The day is dying — -still the Blackbird sings.
Pagina 190 - THE BLACKBIRD How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly — while the Blackbird sings.
Pagina 245 - COME, let iis mount the breezy down, And hearken to the tumult blown Up from the champaign and the town ; Lovely lights, smooth shadows sweet Swiftly o'er croft and valley fleet, And flood the hamlet at our feet ; Its groves, its hall, its grange that stood When Bess was Queen, its steeple rude, Its mill that patters in the wood ; And follow where the brooklet curls, Seaward, or in cool shadow whirls, Or silvery o'er its cresses purls ; The harvest days are come again, The vales are surging with...
Pagina 112 - ... Is it a bird, or star That shines and sings ? What matter if the days be dark and frore ? That sunbeam tells of other days to be; And singing in the light that floods him o'er In joy he overtakes futurity : Under cloud arches vast He peeps, and sees behind Great summer coming fast Adown the wind.