The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1882 - 862 oldal |
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... looks , Clear as the crystal brooks , Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to see The rich attendance on our poverty ... look Upon the bait , but never on the hook ; Nor envy , ' less among The birds , for price of their sweet song . Go ...
... looks , Clear as the crystal brooks , Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to see The rich attendance on our poverty ... look Upon the bait , but never on the hook ; Nor envy , ' less among The birds , for price of their sweet song . Go ...
20. oldal
... look on the fresh daisy ; then say I , Although , for pain thou mayst be like to die , Thou wilt be eased , and less wilt droop and pine . And mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of ...
... look on the fresh daisy ; then say I , Although , for pain thou mayst be like to die , Thou wilt be eased , and less wilt droop and pine . And mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of ...
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... look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart , and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden - cuirassed bee Feels a more summer - like warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent , His ...
... look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart , and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden - cuirassed bee Feels a more summer - like warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent , His ...
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... Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book ? If we could open and intend our eye , We all , like Moses , should espy Even in a bush the radiant Deity . But we despise these , his inferior ways , (
... Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book ? If we could open and intend our eye , We all , like Moses , should espy Even in a bush the radiant Deity . But we despise these , his inferior ways , (
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... look in its swelling breast , And the gentle curve of its lowly crest ; And I often stop with the fear I feel , He runs so close to the rapid wheel . Whatever is rung on that noisy bell , Chime of the hour , or funeral knell , The dove ...
... look in its swelling breast , And the gentle curve of its lowly crest ; And I often stop with the fear I feel , He runs so close to the rapid wheel . Whatever is rung on that noisy bell , Chime of the hour , or funeral knell , The dove ...
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665. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
779. oldal - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
417. oldal - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
114. 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, my...
742. oldal - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
614. oldal - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
30. oldal - 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 in glee: A poet could not but...
666. oldal - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
785. oldal - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic...
676. oldal - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!