A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 pagina's |
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Pagina 83
... kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me . WILLIAM MILLER . THE MOTHER'S HEART . WHEN first thou camest , gentle , shy , and fond , My eldest born , first hope , and dearest treasure , My heart received thee with a joy ...
... kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me . WILLIAM MILLER . THE MOTHER'S HEART . WHEN first thou camest , gentle , shy , and fond , My eldest born , first hope , and dearest treasure , My heart received thee with a joy ...
Pagina 84
... kiss the fevered cheek . O boy of such as thou are oftenest made Earth's fragile idols ; like a tender flower , No strength in all thy freshness , prone to fade , And bending weakly to the thunder - shower ; Still , round the loved ...
... kiss the fevered cheek . O boy of such as thou are oftenest made Earth's fragile idols ; like a tender flower , No strength in all thy freshness , prone to fade , And bending weakly to the thunder - shower ; Still , round the loved ...
Pagina 86
... kiss , And I give her all my roses . THOMAS WESTWOOD . CHILDHOOD . IN my poor mind it is most sweet to muse Upon the days gone by ; to act in thought Past seasons o'er , and be again a child ; To sit in fancy on the turf - clad slope ...
... kiss , And I give her all my roses . THOMAS WESTWOOD . CHILDHOOD . IN my poor mind it is most sweet to muse Upon the days gone by ; to act in thought Past seasons o'er , and be again a child ; To sit in fancy on the turf - clad slope ...
Pagina 87
... kiss ; Whatever time destroys , he cannot this E'en now that nameless kiss I feel . ; WASHINGTON ALLSTON . SEVEN TIMES ONE . THERE's no dew left on the daisies and clover , There's no rain left in heaven . I've said my " seven times ...
... kiss ; Whatever time destroys , he cannot this E'en now that nameless kiss I feel . ; WASHINGTON ALLSTON . SEVEN TIMES ONE . THERE's no dew left on the daisies and clover , There's no rain left in heaven . I've said my " seven times ...
Pagina 90
... kiss The poet at his knee , And voices which , to name me , aye Their tenderest tones were keeping , To some I nevermore can say An answer , till God wipes away In heaven these drops of weeping . My name to me a sadness wears ; No ...
... kiss The poet at his knee , And voices which , to name me , aye Their tenderest tones were keeping , To some I nevermore can say An answer , till God wipes away In heaven these drops of weeping . My name to me a sadness wears ; No ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed brave breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss land light lips live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Richard III ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young