Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 oldal |
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12. oldal
... Departure from Vienna The Greek Wife Why do the Flowers Bloom ? Forget Her Not To Song The Captain's Daughter The Lost Child Recovered The Widow's Son The Trobadour's Lay Thou never art forgot 226 :: .. 236 250 xii CONTENTS .
... Departure from Vienna The Greek Wife Why do the Flowers Bloom ? Forget Her Not To Song The Captain's Daughter The Lost Child Recovered The Widow's Son The Trobadour's Lay Thou never art forgot 226 :: .. 236 250 xii CONTENTS .
x. oldal
... of Summer T. Westwood 117 The Mother to her Child Willis 120 The Loved of Early Days Sonnet The Division of the Earth R. Miller 121 Wordsworth 123 Anon . 124 CONTENTS . xi Page An April Hymn The Nameless Rivulet X CONTENTS .
... of Summer T. Westwood 117 The Mother to her Child Willis 120 The Loved of Early Days Sonnet The Division of the Earth R. Miller 121 Wordsworth 123 Anon . 124 CONTENTS . xi Page An April Hymn The Nameless Rivulet X CONTENTS .
xii. oldal
... 242 To Byron 243 Song Bulwer 244 The Captain's Daughter J. R. Chorley 245 The Lost Child Recovered The Widow's Son The Trobadour's Lay Thou never art forgot W. Sinclair 250 C. Swain 252 A. Crawford 253 Anon . 254 xii CONTENTS .
... 242 To Byron 243 Song Bulwer 244 The Captain's Daughter J. R. Chorley 245 The Lost Child Recovered The Widow's Son The Trobadour's Lay Thou never art forgot W. Sinclair 250 C. Swain 252 A. Crawford 253 Anon . 254 xii CONTENTS .
34. oldal
... child ; Then Genius and Affection grew More beautiful while blessing you ; And pour'd out , in their fond excess , The poetry of tenderness ! Thou livest in those lines : their light • Is glowing round thee now , And , in the world's ...
... child ; Then Genius and Affection grew More beautiful while blessing you ; And pour'd out , in their fond excess , The poetry of tenderness ! Thou livest in those lines : their light • Is glowing round thee now , And , in the world's ...
35. oldal
... children in thy heart Have made themselves a throne , And sit , as in thy Father's soul Thou once didst sit alone ! May their fair Mother live with pride To watch them on to fame , Far as a Byron's genius darts The dazzle of its name ...
... children in thy heart Have made themselves a throne , And sit , as in thy Father's soul Thou once didst sit alone ! May their fair Mother live with pride To watch them on to fame , Far as a Byron's genius darts The dazzle of its name ...
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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.