Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 oldal |
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... little hands , Ten little toes . Only a golden head , Curly and soft ; Only a tongue that wags Loudly and oft ; Only a little brain , Empty of thought ; Only 33 LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT PAGE Jean Ingelow ONLY A BABY SMALL.
... little hands , Ten little toes . Only a golden head , Curly and soft ; Only a tongue that wags Loudly and oft ; Only a little brain , Empty of thought ; Only 33 LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT PAGE Jean Ingelow ONLY A BABY SMALL.
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... head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx ! Warped by colic , and wet by tears , Punctured by pins , and tortured by fears , Our little nephew will lose two years ; And he'll never know Where the summers go ; He need ...
... head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx ! Warped by colic , and wet by tears , Punctured by pins , and tortured by fears , Our little nephew will lose two years ; And he'll never know Where the summers go ; He need ...
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... heads ! I think I missed them First in some dreamy , piteous , doubtful way ; But when and where with lingering lips I kissed them My gradual parting , I can never say . Sometimes I fancy that they may have perished In shadowy quiet of ...
... heads ! I think I missed them First in some dreamy , piteous , doubtful way ; But when and where with lingering lips I kissed them My gradual parting , I can never say . Sometimes I fancy that they may have perished In shadowy quiet of ...
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... head , With a tear on his wrinkled face ; He thought how often her mother , dead , Had sat in the self - same place . As the tear stole down from his half - shut eye , " Don't smoke ! " said the child ; " how it makes you cry ! " The ...
... head , With a tear on his wrinkled face ; He thought how often her mother , dead , Had sat in the self - same place . As the tear stole down from his half - shut eye , " Don't smoke ! " said the child ; " how it makes you cry ! " The ...
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... head , bent down , on her soft hair lay : Fast asleep were they both , that summer day ! CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN . NOT ONE TO SPARE " WHICH shall it be ? Which shall it be ? " I looked at John - John looked at me ( Dear , patient John ...
... head , bent down , on her soft hair lay : Fast asleep were they both , that summer day ! CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN . NOT ONE TO SPARE " WHICH shall it be ? Which shall it be ? " I looked at John - John looked at me ( Dear , patient John ...
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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...