The Household Book of PoetryD. Appleton, 1878 - 28 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... Wind . Shakespeare Canzonet - Flowers are Fresh ... Camoëns . Come to these Scenes of Peace .. Bowles . Couper .... John Logan . Wordsworth . Chaucer .. Ben Jonson .. Wordsworth .. Herrick .. Montgomery . Wordsworth .. Lowell .. William ...
... Wind . Shakespeare Canzonet - Flowers are Fresh ... Camoëns . Come to these Scenes of Peace .. Bowles . Couper .... John Logan . Wordsworth . Chaucer .. Ben Jonson .. Wordsworth .. Herrick .. Montgomery . Wordsworth .. Lowell .. William ...
viii. oldal
... Wind .. Mrs. Hemans ... 79 Longfellowo .... 83 Waterfowl Bryant ..... 56 86 18 West Wind , Ode to .. 34 111 90 Water ! The Water ..... Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea ... Wher the Hounds of Spring . Wild Honeysuckle .... Willow Song ...
... Wind .. Mrs. Hemans ... 79 Longfellowo .... 83 Waterfowl Bryant ..... 56 86 18 West Wind , Ode to .. 34 111 90 Water ! The Water ..... Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea ... Wher the Hounds of Spring . Wild Honeysuckle .... Willow Song ...
xvi. oldal
... Wind .. 101 Burial of Love .... 822 Mother's Hope ...... 181 Song of Marion's Men .. 811 Oh ! Mother of a Mighty Race .. 979 BOKER , GEORGE HENRY . The Battle - field .. 880 Born in Philadelphia in 1823 . The Hunter's Vision .. 491 ...
... Wind .. 101 Burial of Love .... 822 Mother's Hope ...... 181 Song of Marion's Men .. 811 Oh ! Mother of a Mighty Race .. 979 BOKER , GEORGE HENRY . The Battle - field .. 880 Born in Philadelphia in 1823 . The Hunter's Vision .. 491 ...
xxii. oldal
... Wind .. 638 Philip , My King ... . 661 Too Late .. 111 121 319 663 Sonnets .. 697 NEELE , HENRY . On the Nativity ... 743 Born in London in 1798 ; died ( by his own hand ) Feb. 7 , 1828 . MOIR , DAVID MACBETH . Moan , moan , ye Dying ...
... Wind .. 638 Philip , My King ... . 661 Too Late .. 111 121 319 663 Sonnets .. 697 NEELE , HENRY . On the Nativity ... 743 Born in London in 1798 ; died ( by his own hand ) Feb. 7 , 1828 . MOIR , DAVID MACBETH . Moan , moan , ye Dying ...
xxiii. oldal
... Wind . 110 Born at Stewards , near Rumford , Eng . , in 1592 ; d . Sept. 8 , 1644 . Sonnets .. 175 Sonnets .. 757 Sonnets .. 238 Fasting .. 768 Come away , Death .. 253 Delight in God only . 812 Crabbed Age and Youth . 279 Dirge of ...
... Wind . 110 Born at Stewards , near Rumford , Eng . , in 1592 ; d . Sept. 8 , 1644 . Sonnets .. 175 Sonnets .. 757 Sonnets .. 238 Fasting .. 768 Come away , Death .. 253 Delight in God only . 812 Crabbed Age and Youth . 279 Dirge of ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ANONYMOUS BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bliss bonnie Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fear flowers frae friends gentle gone grace grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW king kiss lady leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Lovel love's maid merry milldams moon morning mother ne'er never night NUT-BROWN MAID o'er ROBERT BURNS rose round shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree unto voice waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Yarrow young young Beichan youth
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707. oldal - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
56. oldal - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
582. oldal - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
574. oldal - I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
175. oldal - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
232. oldal - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
340. oldal - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
375. oldal - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
597. oldal - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
356. oldal - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...