Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American AuthorsCrowell, 1894 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... hear . - REMEMBRANCE . SOUTHEY . MAN hath a weary pilgrimage , As through the world he wends ; On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; REMEMBRANCE . With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the MUSIC OF NATURE ...
... hear . - REMEMBRANCE . SOUTHEY . MAN hath a weary pilgrimage , As through the world he wends ; On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; REMEMBRANCE . With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the MUSIC OF NATURE ...
Pagina 14
... hear , with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour ; - The paths of glory lead but ...
... hear , with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour ; - The paths of glory lead but ...
Pagina 33
... hears a squeak , An ' then a grane an ' gruntle : He by his shouther gae a keek , An ' tumbl'd wi ' a wintle Out owre ... hear the sad narration ; He swoor ' twas hilchan Jean M'Craw , Or crouchie Merran Humphie , Till stop ! she trotted ...
... hears a squeak , An ' then a grane an ' gruntle : He by his shouther gae a keek , An ' tumbl'd wi ' a wintle Out owre ... hear the sad narration ; He swoor ' twas hilchan Jean M'Craw , Or crouchie Merran Humphie , Till stop ! she trotted ...
Pagina 53
... hear , And the wild sea that to the tempest raves ; To gaze amid the horrors of the night , And only see the billows ' gleaming light ; Then , in the dread of death , to think of her Who , as she listens , sleepless , to the gale , Puts ...
... hear , And the wild sea that to the tempest raves ; To gaze amid the horrors of the night , And only see the billows ' gleaming light ; Then , in the dread of death , to think of her Who , as she listens , sleepless , to the gale , Puts ...
Pagina 63
... hear , with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . " GRAY . My loved , my honored , much respected friend , No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride I scorn each selfish end , My dearest meed a ...
... hear , with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . " GRAY . My loved , my honored , much respected friend , No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride I scorn each selfish end , My dearest meed a ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angels BAYARD TAYLOR beauty bells beneath Bingen bird blessed bloom breast breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright Bring flowers brow burning cheek cold dark dead dear death door Douglas dream dreamt of Heaven earth eyes fair FAMINE father fear feel feet fire forest forever Forever never glory golden grave HALLOWEEN hand hath hear heard heart Hiawatha hills hope hour Inchcape Rock life's light live lonely look Lord maiden MAUD MULLER Minnehaha morn mother mourn ne'er never Never forever Nevermore night o'er pale pray prayer Quoth the raven raven rest Ring rocks rose round Rule Britannia shine shore sigh silent SKELETON IN ARMOR sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thine thought tide Twas voice wandering waves weary wild wind young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 151 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pagina 68 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Pagina 66 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare— 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath...
Pagina 128 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Pagina 130 - 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 318 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see !" The Skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Pagina 9 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please ; How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm, — The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made...
Pagina 67 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Pagina 88 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a" that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 211 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood ; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music.