Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 oldal |
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70. oldal
... and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . It seemed so hard at first , mother , to leave the blessed sun , And now it seems as hard to stay ; and 70 FAVORITE POEMS . CONCLUSION.
... and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . It seemed so hard at first , mother , to leave the blessed sun , And now it seems as hard to stay ; and 70 FAVORITE POEMS . CONCLUSION.
78. oldal
... blowing havenward . With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear of toll , Enrich the markets of the golden year . But we grow old . Ah ! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule , and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light ...
... blowing havenward . With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear of toll , Enrich the markets of the golden year . But we grow old . Ah ! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule , and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light ...
86. oldal
... thro ' sun and shade , The happy winds upon her play'd , Blowing the ringlet from the braid : She look'd so lovely , as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger - tips , A man had given all other bliss , And all 86 FAVORITE POEMS .
... thro ' sun and shade , The happy winds upon her play'd , Blowing the ringlet from the braid : She look'd so lovely , as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger - tips , A man had given all other bliss , And all 86 FAVORITE POEMS .
95. oldal
... blow again , And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow . Robin came behind me , Kiss'd me well , I vow ; Cuff him could I ? with my hands Milking the cow ? Swallows fly again , Cuckoos cry again , And you came and kiss'd me milking the ...
... blow again , And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow . Robin came behind me , Kiss'd me well , I vow ; Cuff him could I ? with my hands Milking the cow ? Swallows fly again , Cuckoos cry again , And you came and kiss'd me milking the ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALFRED TENNYSON beggar maid blessed break brimming river bugle call me early Claribel low-lieth comb Cophetua dark dying Earl was fair echoes Effie fall Farringford Edition flow To join flowers Forever and forever garden glad New-year go on forever golden hand happy hear heart heaven holy Grail HOME THEY BROUGHT Illustrated join the brimming kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott Lancelot land last New-year late LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN Let me fly light little birdie little grave Low adown Maud mermen midnight the moon Milking the cow moon cometh mother dear night QUEEN GUINEVERE Ring rivulet Robin rode rose shines silent night SIR LAUNCELOT snowdrop snowy SONG soul stept Swallow sweet sweeter tears thee my steps There's thou thro To-morrow ill tower'd Camelot turn thy wheel turret and tree valley Vere de Vere wild bells wild wheel wind ye cannot enter yon rich sky
Népszerű szakaszok
20. oldal - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
19. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
16. oldal - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
90. oldal - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
12. oldal - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone '' She is weary of dance and play.'' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
30. oldal - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
27. oldal - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
65. oldal - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
39. oldal - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
27. oldal - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.