 | 1857 - 780 oldal
...as she read with her clear, musical voice some well -remembered lay of Some humble poet, Whose song? gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or (ears from the eyelids start. Who, through long days of Iul<our, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard... | |
 | 1850 - 464 oldal
...shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his... | |
 | 1870 - 726 oldal
...like strains of martial music. Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavours — And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gush from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. Who through... | |
 | 1907 - 516 oldal
...shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour, And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet Whose songs gushed from his heart... | |
 | 1845 - 888 oldal
...day. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1845 - 540 oldal
...may appear too tame, uniform, and gentle ; for they come, — " Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time " ; — but, " from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1846 - 178 oldal
...shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his... | |
 | 1847 - 540 oldal
...poetry shall charm mankind, His flowing numbers will admirers find. 33. Whose song gush'd from his beart As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. HW LONGFELLOW. POETRY. — (See POET.) POLITENESS. — (See ETIQUETTE.) POLITICS. 1. A politician,... | |
 | 1847 - 814 oldal
...New Poets. Mr. Longfellow asks his I;ul y-love lo read to him. " Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of lime." This is pretty and musical, and conveys rather :i striking image: Mr. Head thus appropriates... | |
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Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. 
