Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 oldal |
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15. oldal
... breathing world of light and flowers , To thee is fair ; no darkening shade has passed O'er thy young visions , or no blight of tears Has o'er thy brow a shade of suffering cast . Ah , no - thou art too beautiful by far- Thou must be ...
... breathing world of light and flowers , To thee is fair ; no darkening shade has passed O'er thy young visions , or no blight of tears Has o'er thy brow a shade of suffering cast . Ah , no - thou art too beautiful by far- Thou must be ...
19. oldal
... breath ; For altars raised to human fame Have turned to shrines of death . But from your silence , glorious graves , What mystic voices rise , That this , through passing ages , speak Their lessons to the wise ! Behold , how still the ...
... breath ; For altars raised to human fame Have turned to shrines of death . But from your silence , glorious graves , What mystic voices rise , That this , through passing ages , speak Their lessons to the wise ! Behold , how still the ...
25. oldal
... and care , Sure there must be a happy life Found here , if any where ! " — Then breath'd a voice the greenwood through- " That is not true . " Then came the winter long and drear , And , The Third Thought the best J Gostick.
... and care , Sure there must be a happy life Found here , if any where ! " — Then breath'd a voice the greenwood through- " That is not true . " Then came the winter long and drear , And , The Third Thought the best J Gostick.
26. oldal
... breath'd a voice my casement through— " That is not true . " But , when the spring - time budded out , Forth from my hut I went , And , saved from many a gloomy doubt , Thus utter'd my intent : - " Yes , this is life ! a constant sky ...
... breath'd a voice my casement through— " That is not true . " But , when the spring - time budded out , Forth from my hut I went , And , saved from many a gloomy doubt , Thus utter'd my intent : - " Yes , this is life ! a constant sky ...
47. oldal
... oh , glorious skies ! Oh , flowers of balmy breath ! How will ye gladden other eyes When mine are sealed in death . Alas ! for human sacrifice , The stain of every clime ; 47 For all whose youth unpitied dies , The lost ,
... oh , glorious skies ! Oh , flowers of balmy breath ! How will ye gladden other eyes When mine are sealed in death . Alas ! for human sacrifice , The stain of every clime ; 47 For all whose youth unpitied dies , The lost ,
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amid ANON BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed blest bloom boughs brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER charms child clouds dark daugh dead dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes faded thing fair fair Summer faith fame fancy flowers foam FORGET-ME-NOT FRANCES BROWN gaze gentle glad gleam glorious glory grave green hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour LADY land life's light linger lips living type lonely look Love's lyre MARY HOWITT memory morn mother ne'er neath night o'er pale Poet's river floweth rose round Rubezahl shade shadow shines sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts THY DREAM tree voice vow to thee wake wandering Water sleeps wave weary weep WESTWOOD wild winds young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
102. oldal - Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
105. oldal - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?
90. oldal - SLAVE'S DREAM Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
239. oldal - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound...
110. oldal - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
90. oldal - He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank.
186. oldal - YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely...
16. oldal - Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name. When but for those our mighty dead All ages past a blank would be, Sunk in Oblivion's murky bed, A desert bare, a shipless sea?
108. oldal - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
102. oldal - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead past bury its dead ; Act, act in the living present, Heart within, and God o'erhead.