Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1860 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 22 találatból.
14. oldal
... meet his latter end , Angels around befriending Virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects brightening to the last , His heaven commences ere the world ...
... meet his latter end , Angels around befriending Virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects brightening to the last , His heaven commences ere the world ...
15. oldal
... meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice , that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in ...
... meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice , that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in ...
28. oldal
... meet ; The snow shall be their winding - sheet ; And every sod beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre ! CAMPBELL . Resignation . HERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no ...
... meet ; The snow shall be their winding - sheet ; And every sod beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre ! CAMPBELL . Resignation . HERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no ...
36. oldal
... meet the Father face to face , And need no more a hiding - place . KIRKE WHITE . [ HENRY KIRKE WHITE was one of those poets who , removed by death before their powers had become matured , are more remarkable for promise of future ...
... meet the Father face to face , And need no more a hiding - place . KIRKE WHITE . [ HENRY KIRKE WHITE was one of those poets who , removed by death before their powers had become matured , are more remarkable for promise of future ...
38. oldal
... meets the coming prey , Lets it go as fast , and then Has it in her power again : Now she works with three or four , Like an Indian conjuror ; Quick as he in feats of art , Far beyond in joy of heart . Were her antics played in the eye ...
... meets the coming prey , Lets it go as fast , and then Has it in her power again : Now she works with three or four , Like an Indian conjuror ; Quick as he in feats of art , Far beyond in joy of heart . Were her antics played in the eye ...
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battle beauty beneath blow born breath bright busy charm cheerful child clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD dark dead death deep delight died dreadful earth ELEGY WRITTEN eyes face fair fall fame feel field fire flowers gone grace grave green hand hast head hear heard heart heaven hills Honour hope hour Italy laid land leaves light live look Lord loud Mary meet mind moon morn mother mountain Nature ne'er never night o'er poems poet poor praise pride rage rest rise Robin Hood round seen side silent sing sleep smile soft song soothe soul sound spirit star stormy sweet tears thee things thou thou art thought true village voice waves wild winds woods young youth
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55. oldal - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
137. oldal - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
14. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
156. oldal - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
27. 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.
115. 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...
138. oldal - 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?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
22. oldal - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
121. oldal - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
56. oldal - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.