Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 21 találatból.
22. oldal
... bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or steir . Calm is the deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air ...
... bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or steir . Calm is the deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air ...
30. oldal
... Bear a lamb or kid away ; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks . To secure yourselves from these , Be not too secure in ease ; Let one eye his watches keep , Whilst the other eye doth sleep ; So you shall good ...
... Bear a lamb or kid away ; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks . To secure yourselves from these , Be not too secure in ease ; Let one eye his watches keep , Whilst the other eye doth sleep ; So you shall good ...
53. oldal
... whose doom Is Beauty's , she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light ; There is enough of sorrowing , and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear , Enough SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 53.
... whose doom Is Beauty's , she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light ; There is enough of sorrowing , and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear , Enough SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 53.
54. oldal
James Baldwin. Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear , Enough of chilly droppings from her bowl ; Enough of fear and shadowy despair , To frame her cloudy prison for the soul ! - - THOMAS HOOD . 40 . TO AUTUMN . SEASON of mists and ...
James Baldwin. Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear , Enough of chilly droppings from her bowl ; Enough of fear and shadowy despair , To frame her cloudy prison for the soul ! - - THOMAS HOOD . 40 . TO AUTUMN . SEASON of mists and ...
57. oldal
... bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse of thy strength , only less free Than thou , O uncontrollable ! If even I were as in my boyhood , and could be The comrade of thy ...
... bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse of thy strength , only less free Than thou , O uncontrollable ! If even I were as in my boyhood , and could be The comrade of thy ...
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48. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
54. oldal - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
200. oldal - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
94. oldal - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
186. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
73. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
49. oldal - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
158. oldal - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
186. oldal - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
102. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.