Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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5. oldal
... bright , They seem'd like drops Of the rainbow's light . " Tis well - and so O'er some beside Adversity flows With as rough a tide- It rifles the heart Of the joys it bore , And it comes so oft They will grow no more . 8 But it leaves ...
... bright , They seem'd like drops Of the rainbow's light . " Tis well - and so O'er some beside Adversity flows With as rough a tide- It rifles the heart Of the joys it bore , And it comes so oft They will grow no more . 8 But it leaves ...
6. oldal
8 But it leaves it firm , It leaves it bright , It leaves it deck'd With unearthly light , In hallow'd tears , Serene to stand As the lonely rock On the cold sea - strand . The Three Fishers . Three fishers went sailing away to the west ...
8 But it leaves it firm , It leaves it bright , It leaves it deck'd With unearthly light , In hallow'd tears , Serene to stand As the lonely rock On the cold sea - strand . The Three Fishers . Three fishers went sailing away to the west ...
9. oldal
... bright , and gay - tinted are we ; Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers , Then call us not weeds , we are ocean's gay flowers . Not nursed like the plants of a summer parterre , When gales are but sighs of an evening air ; Our ...
... bright , and gay - tinted are we ; Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers , Then call us not weeds , we are ocean's gay flowers . Not nursed like the plants of a summer parterre , When gales are but sighs of an evening air ; Our ...
13. oldal
... Bright dreams of the past , which she cannot destroy , Which come in the night - time of sorrow and care , And bring back the features that joy used to wear . Long , long be my heart with such memories filled , Like the vase in which ...
... Bright dreams of the past , which she cannot destroy , Which come in the night - time of sorrow and care , And bring back the features that joy used to wear . Long , long be my heart with such memories filled , Like the vase in which ...
14. oldal
... bright arcades , The honey - suckle sweetly shades , And rocks whose very crags seem bowers So gay they are with grass and flowers . But the Abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an ...
... bright arcades , The honey - suckle sweetly shades , And rocks whose very crags seem bowers So gay they are with grass and flowers . But the Abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an ...
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Abbot Abou ben Adhem angels Auvergne back my flowers battle beam beauty bells beloved sleep beneath blood Boscastle bosom breast breath bright broadswords brow cheek child chime cloud crest cried dark dead death deep doth dream earth fair fearful friends gaze Giaour giveth His beloved gleam glory grave green hand HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill Keeldar knew ladies gay land light lips lonely lonely rock looked Mayenne mortal may know Mountain Daisy never night o'er pale pass'd passing Pibroch prayer pride rest rose round sea bird Sensitive Plant shine shore sing skies smile song soul sound spirit stood stream strife sweet sword tears thee things are changing Thou art gone thou hast throne tide Tintagel tone tree Twas uncon voice waves ween weep wild wind wing youth
Népszerű szakaszok
88. oldal - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
109. oldal - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
11. oldal - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
32. oldal - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
62. oldal - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
85. oldal - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
91. oldal - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
89. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
109. oldal - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
81. oldal - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...