Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English Language, First SeriesJames R. Osgood and Company, 1881 - 494 oldal |
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17. oldal
... wandering , still let her be As true as the lute , that no sighing can waken , And blooming forever , unchanged as the tree ! THOMAS Moore . 17 Too Near . So close we are , and yet so far apart , So close , I feel your breath upon my ...
... wandering , still let her be As true as the lute , that no sighing can waken , And blooming forever , unchanged as the tree ! THOMAS Moore . 17 Too Near . So close we are , and yet so far apart , So close , I feel your breath upon my ...
47. oldal
... wander : Behold them yonder how far they stray ! " I answered bolder , " Nay , let me hear you , And still be near you , and still adore ; No wolf nor stranger will touch one yearling ; Ah ! stay , my darling , a moment more . " She ...
... wander : Behold them yonder how far they stray ! " I answered bolder , " Nay , let me hear you , And still be near you , and still adore ; No wolf nor stranger will touch one yearling ; Ah ! stay , my darling , a moment more . " She ...
49. oldal
... wander hence to - night , I'll stay thee with my kisses . To - night the roaring brine Will rend thy golden tresses ; The ocean with the morrow light Will be both blue and calm ; 49 And the billow will embrace thee with a kiss as soft ...
... wander hence to - night , I'll stay thee with my kisses . To - night the roaring brine Will rend thy golden tresses ; The ocean with the morrow light Will be both blue and calm ; 49 And the billow will embrace thee with a kiss as soft ...
169. oldal
... wander , prest with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn By early Winter's ravage torn : Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I ...
... wander , prest with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn By early Winter's ravage torn : Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I ...
180. oldal
... wandering breezes tune , And the silvery wood - note of many a bird Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountain heard . ” " Oh ! my mother sings at the twilight's fall A song of the hills far more sweet than all ; She sings it under our own ...
... wandering breezes tune , And the silvery wood - note of many a bird Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountain heard . ” " Oh ! my mother sings at the twilight's fall A song of the hills far more sweet than all ; She sings it under our own ...
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391. oldal - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
390. oldal - TO him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
84. oldal - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace— all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
130. 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.
228. oldal - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
178. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
225. oldal - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
62. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
309. oldal - 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 in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when...
402. oldal - Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford.