Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 oldal |
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... March , with brows full sternly bent , And armed strongly , rode upon a ram ; The same which over Hellespontus swam ; Yet in his hand a spade he also hent , And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame , Which on the earth he strowèd as he ...
... March , with brows full sternly bent , And armed strongly , rode upon a ram ; The same which over Hellespontus swam ; Yet in his hand a spade he also hent , And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame , Which on the earth he strowèd as he ...
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... March has blossom'd , Crocus , anemone , violet , Or later , pay one visit here , For those are few we hold as dear ; Nor pay but one , but come for many , Many , and many a happy year . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON . TO VICTOR HUGO VICTOR in ...
... March has blossom'd , Crocus , anemone , violet , Or later , pay one visit here , For those are few we hold as dear ; Nor pay but one , but come for many , Many , and many a happy year . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON . TO VICTOR HUGO VICTOR in ...
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... March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life , my darling , And I your love were death . If you were thrall to sorrow , And I were page to joy , We'd play for lives and seasons ...
... March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life , my darling , And I your love were death . If you were thrall to sorrow , And I were page to joy , We'd play for lives and seasons ...
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... march begins in military state , And nations on his eye suspended wait ; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast , And Winter barricades 204 POEMS GOLDEN FAIR GREECE! SAD RELIC OF Departed WORTH Lord Byron OF SWEDEN • Samuel Johnson.
... march begins in military state , And nations on his eye suspended wait ; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast , And Winter barricades 204 POEMS GOLDEN FAIR GREECE! SAD RELIC OF Departed WORTH Lord Byron OF SWEDEN • Samuel Johnson.
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... march away From the narrow , contracted , dear old land , Where the poor are held by a cruel bit , To ampler spaces for heart and hand And here was a chance for the Saxon grit . Steadily steering , eagerly peering , Trusting in God your ...
... march away From the narrow , contracted , dear old land , Where the poor are held by a cruel bit , To ampler spaces for heart and hand And here was a chance for the Saxon grit . Steadily steering , eagerly peering , Trusting in God your ...
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ain countree auld auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath breeze bright brow clouds cuddle doon dark darling dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair float flowers glory golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN John Anderson kiss land light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morn mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF ROBERT BURNS rose round sail shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tree violet voice wake warm waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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80. oldal - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
87. oldal - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such, as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
109. oldal - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
156. oldal - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
78. oldal - I wandered lonely as a cloud" 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves...
80. oldal - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
102. oldal - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
420. oldal - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
86. oldal - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
109. oldal - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...