Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 16 találatból.
11. oldal
... pride burnt high in the days of yore- Is it there in some man - deserted place Where the hemlock chokes up the moated space ? Not there doth the sea bird sleep . In the caverned rocks by the ocean's side Which time and tempest have long ...
... pride burnt high in the days of yore- Is it there in some man - deserted place Where the hemlock chokes up the moated space ? Not there doth the sea bird sleep . In the caverned rocks by the ocean's side Which time and tempest have long ...
25. oldal
... pride , That witness of his guilt to hide ; Yet every heart around him there , Witness against him more strongly bare ! Oh , out then spake his beauteous queen ; " A captive lord I know , Whose loyal heart hath ever been Eager to meet ...
... pride , That witness of his guilt to hide ; Yet every heart around him there , Witness against him more strongly bare ! Oh , out then spake his beauteous queen ; " A captive lord I know , Whose loyal heart hath ever been Eager to meet ...
42. oldal
... pride , She her tearful vigils kept . " Oh , why does the cruel hand of death Seek victims so fair as she ? Oh , why are the loved ones of others left , While mine is thus snatched from me ? Who gave to thee , Death , such cruel powers ...
... pride , She her tearful vigils kept . " Oh , why does the cruel hand of death Seek victims so fair as she ? Oh , why are the loved ones of others left , While mine is thus snatched from me ? Who gave to thee , Death , such cruel powers ...
56. oldal
... pride on the lips is lingering still , But it shakes as a flame to the blast might thrill , Anguish and triumph are met at strife , Rending the cords of her frail young life ; And she sinks at last on her warrior's bier , Lifting her ...
... pride on the lips is lingering still , But it shakes as a flame to the blast might thrill , Anguish and triumph are met at strife , Rending the cords of her frail young life ; And she sinks at last on her warrior's bier , Lifting her ...
57. oldal
... pride , In death how queen - like - a glorious bride ! Joy for the freed one ! she might not stay When the crown had fallen from her life away ; She might not linger - a weary thing , A dove with no home for its broken wing , Thrown on ...
... pride , In death how queen - like - a glorious bride ! Joy for the freed one ! she might not stay When the crown had fallen from her life away ; She might not linger - a weary thing , A dove with no home for its broken wing , Thrown on ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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...