The Girl's Book of Verse: A Treasury of Old and New PoemsFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1922 - 289 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 22 találatból.
4. oldal
... falls on the old , grey city An influence luminous and serene , A shining peace . The smoke ascends In a rosy - and - golden haze . The spires Shine , and are changed . In the valley Shadows rise . The lark sings on . Closing his ...
... falls on the old , grey city An influence luminous and serene , A shining peace . The smoke ascends In a rosy - and - golden haze . The spires Shine , and are changed . In the valley Shadows rise . The lark sings on . Closing his ...
10. oldal
... fall of rivers , winds and seas , Smooth fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky : I've thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees , And ...
... fall of rivers , winds and seas , Smooth fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky : I've thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees , And ...
14. oldal
... fall and rise In motley rout ; While fall their silvern rays O'er crag and steep , Woodlands and meadow - ways , - Sleep ! While the moon's amber gleams Gild rock and flow'r , Let no untimely dreams . Possess the hour ; Let no vague ...
... fall and rise In motley rout ; While fall their silvern rays O'er crag and steep , Woodlands and meadow - ways , - Sleep ! While the moon's amber gleams Gild rock and flow'r , Let no untimely dreams . Possess the hour ; Let no vague ...
23. oldal
... falling I hear it calling- Calling and tinkling the night along . In through the window a moonbeam comes- Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping , it asks ; " Is he sleeping- Sleeping and dreaming while mother ...
... falling I hear it calling- Calling and tinkling the night along . In through the window a moonbeam comes- Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping , it asks ; " Is he sleeping- Sleeping and dreaming while mother ...
50. oldal
... over to me . Yet birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And bells have forgotten their old art of telling The fortune of future days . " Turn again , turn again , " once they [ 50 ] SONGS OF SEVEN.
... over to me . Yet birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And bells have forgotten their old art of telling The fortune of future days . " Turn again , turn again , " once they [ 50 ] SONGS OF SEVEN.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Girl's Book of Verse; a Treasury of Old and New Poems Mary Gould Davis Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2012 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
bells beloved bends birds BLISS CARMAN blow boat breath breeze bright Camelot captain's gig cloud Cusha daffodils dance dark dear dream earth echoes EDMUND LEAMY Esbern Esbern Snare eyes fair Kirconnell lea fairy fear flowers golden green grey grows happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HILDA CONKLING hills JOHN DRINKWATER JOHN MASEFIELD Kallunborg Kilmeny Kirconnell Lady of Shalott land laugh li'l baby light lilies listen lonely looked Lord loud lovely white soul LULLABY mist moon morning mother nest never night o'er once pale pipe Poems purple rain Red Gods call river ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON round sail SEVEN shadow ship shore skies sleep song sorrow sound Spring stars sweet thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe voice wake weary wild William Butler Yeats WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings yellow young
Népszerű szakaszok
42. oldal - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
190. oldal - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed...
80. oldal - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
17. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
187. oldal - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
17. oldal - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
9. oldal - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
25. oldal - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.
140. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
16. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...