Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American AuthorsCrowell, 1894 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beside the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine ...
... lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beside the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine ...
Pagina 16
... lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply , some hoary - headed swain may say , 66 Oft have we seen him , at the peep of dawn , Brushing , with hasty steps , the dews away , To meet the sun upon the ...
... lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply , some hoary - headed swain may say , 66 Oft have we seen him , at the peep of dawn , Brushing , with hasty steps , the dews away , To meet the sun upon the ...
Pagina 19
... lonely pillow — How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck , if they let him sleep ...
... lonely pillow — How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck , if they let him sleep ...
Pagina 24
... lonely , that another Of the great family is near and feels . NIGHT . SOUTHEY . How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures , nor cloud , nor speck , nor stain Breaks the serene of heaven ; In full ...
... lonely , that another Of the great family is near and feels . NIGHT . SOUTHEY . How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures , nor cloud , nor speck , nor stain Breaks the serene of heaven ; In full ...
Pagina 63
... his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does hameward bend . 64 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . At length his lonely COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT Burns.
... his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does hameward bend . 64 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . At length his lonely COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT Burns.
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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.