Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - 220 oldal |
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58. oldal
... live ! Nicoll . THE RAINBOW . SOFT falls the mild reviving shower From April's changeful skies , And rain - drops bend each trembling flower They tinge with richer dyes . But mark ! what arch of varied hue From heaven to earth is bowed ...
... live ! Nicoll . THE RAINBOW . SOFT falls the mild reviving shower From April's changeful skies , And rain - drops bend each trembling flower They tinge with richer dyes . But mark ! what arch of varied hue From heaven to earth is bowed ...
60. oldal
... lives were pure and their hearts were true ; And what a wealth they might dispense , In modest , calm beneficence ; Marking their course as thou dost thine , By wayside flowers of love divine . And streamlet , rushing , With foam and ...
... lives were pure and their hearts were true ; And what a wealth they might dispense , In modest , calm beneficence ; Marking their course as thou dost thine , By wayside flowers of love divine . And streamlet , rushing , With foam and ...
70. oldal
... lives on the wide wide sea , On the craggy ice , in the frozen air , And only seeking her rocky lair To warn her young , and teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing ! O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the 70 ...
... lives on the wide wide sea , On the craggy ice , in the frozen air , And only seeking her rocky lair To warn her young , and teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing ! O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the 70 ...
77. oldal
... live - long day ! Thy drum hangs on the wall ; Thy bird - organ sounds are o'er , Dogs and horses , great and small , Wanting some a leg or more ; Cows and sheep - a motley store- All are stabled ' neath thy bed ; And not one but can ...
... live - long day ! Thy drum hangs on the wall ; Thy bird - organ sounds are o'er , Dogs and horses , great and small , Wanting some a leg or more ; Cows and sheep - a motley store- All are stabled ' neath thy bed ; And not one but can ...
84. oldal
... live and die in scenes like this , With some we've left behind us ! Moore . THE REAPER . BEHOLD her single in the field , Yon solitary Highland lass ; Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here , or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and ...
... live and die in scenes like this , With some we've left behind us ! Moore . THE REAPER . BEHOLD her single in the field , Yon solitary Highland lass ; Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here , or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and ...
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Amid Barry Cornwall Bay of Biscay beauty bells bird bless bloom blow bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow busy bee cheerful clouds cold cottage creeping everywhere dark dear deep delight dost doth dreary dwell earth Eliza Cook Erin go bragh eyes fair fairy flowers gale gentle glow golden grave green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour icicles icy tower land laugh lay a-thinking leaves light little tree lonely Longfellow loud lullaby Mary Howitt merrily merry morn mountain never night o'er peace poor rain reapers rest roar rocks round sail shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound Southey Spring star storm stream summer sunset tree thee thou toil vale village weaver voice warm wave wayward wind weary whistling wild wind wing WINTER woods
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182. oldal - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
182. oldal - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
61. oldal - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
72. oldal - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands...
85. oldal - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
181. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
106. oldal - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
135. oldal - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
107. oldal - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
181. oldal - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...