The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from eminent authors by T. Sloper1839 |
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6. oldal
... round My half unconscious gaze , I saw the foe Borne on a car of roses to the ground , By volant angels ; and , as sailing slow He sunk the hoary battlement below , While on the tall spire slept the slant sunbeam , Sweet on th ' enamour ...
... round My half unconscious gaze , I saw the foe Borne on a car of roses to the ground , By volant angels ; and , as sailing slow He sunk the hoary battlement below , While on the tall spire slept the slant sunbeam , Sweet on th ' enamour ...
11. oldal
... hour , And dreams are round the head ; God shall smite the first - born of Egypt's race , The destroyer shall enter each dwelling - place- Shall enter and choose his dead . " To your homes , " said the leader of SACRED POEMS . 11.
... hour , And dreams are round the head ; God shall smite the first - born of Egypt's race , The destroyer shall enter each dwelling - place- Shall enter and choose his dead . " To your homes , " said the leader of SACRED POEMS . 11.
24. oldal
... round his brow- Son of God , ' tis thou , ' tis thou . BISHOP HEBER . HYMN FOR PALM SUNDAY . RIDE on ! ride on in majesty ! Hark , all the tribes Hosanna cry ! Thy humble beast pursues his road , With palms and scatter'd garments strew ...
... round his brow- Son of God , ' tis thou , ' tis thou . BISHOP HEBER . HYMN FOR PALM SUNDAY . RIDE on ! ride on in majesty ! Hark , all the tribes Hosanna cry ! Thy humble beast pursues his road , With palms and scatter'd garments strew ...
26. oldal
... round our altar beams , And mute are timbrel , trump , and horn . But THOU hast said , The blood of goat , The flesh of rams , I will not prize ; A contrite heart , a humble thought , Are mine accepted sacrifice . SIR WALTER SCOTT ...
... round our altar beams , And mute are timbrel , trump , and horn . But THOU hast said , The blood of goat , The flesh of rams , I will not prize ; A contrite heart , a humble thought , Are mine accepted sacrifice . SIR WALTER SCOTT ...
27. oldal
... round us lie ; By day and night the death - bell tolls , And says , Prepare to die . " The face that in the morning sun We thought so wondrous fair , Hath faded , ere his course was run , Beneath its golden hair . I see the old man in ...
... round us lie ; By day and night the death - bell tolls , And says , Prepare to die . " The face that in the morning sun We thought so wondrous fair , Hath faded , ere his course was run , Beneath its golden hair . I see the old man in ...
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æther amid beauty beneath bless blest blood bloom bonnie Dundee BOOK OF RUTH bosom bower breast breath bright brow Charfield cheek child Chippenham clouds cold courser dark dead dear death delightful bands dread dream earth Eugene Aram eyes faint fair father fear feel FLORENCE WILSON flowers gentle glow grave green grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour JOHN KEATS JOSIAH CONDER leaves light lonely look look'd Lord LORD BYRON maid morn mortal mother mother's love ne'er night o'er pale pass'd peace praise prayer pride rose round SEASON of mists seem'd Sensitive Plant shade shone sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tomb trees trembling turn'd Twas vale voice wave weary weep wild Wildgrave Wilts wind wings young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
207. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
89. oldal - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
80. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
45. oldal - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
156. oldal - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
165. oldal - But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber.
230. oldal - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
232. oldal - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
98. oldal - The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free...
95. oldal - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.