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Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous ..., 3. kötet
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016
Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous Illustrations ...
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016
angel beautiful birds blessed blue boys break breast bright bring brow child cold crossed dear death deep Douglas dream dying eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flow flowers fond friends gentle give glad gone grace grave gray green grew grow hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven hill hope hour How's my boy I'll keep kiss knew LADY land lassie light lips live look Lord lost lover meet mother move naught ne'er never night o'er once pain pale past peace played rest river rose round sailor shine sighing sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stars sweet Take tears tell tender thee There's thine thing thou thought Tommy's dead true truth turn voice watch wind young
34. oldal - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
61. oldal - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
35. oldal - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
68. oldal - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
140. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
51. oldal - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
62. oldal - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
67. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.
43. oldal - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
102. oldal - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.