Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 oldal |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 13 találatból.
56. oldal
... hands , Are there no beggars at your gate , Nor any poor about your lands ? O ! teach the orphan - boy to read , Or teach the orphan - girl to sew , Pray Heaven for a human heart , And let the foolish yeoman go . HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
... hands , Are there no beggars at your gate , Nor any poor about your lands ? O ! teach the orphan - boy to read , Or teach the orphan - girl to sew , Pray Heaven for a human heart , And let the foolish yeoman go . HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
72. oldal
... hand in mine , And Effie on the other side , and I will tell the sign . All in the wild March - morning I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting , and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper , and the wind ...
... hand in mine , And Effie on the other side , and I will tell the sign . All in the wild March - morning I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting , and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper , and the wind ...
74. oldal
... I move no longer now , and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . O sweet and strange it seems to me , that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the 74 FAVORITE POEMS .
... I move no longer now , and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . O sweet and strange it seems to me , that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the 74 FAVORITE POEMS .
76. oldal
... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
81. oldal
... hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favors fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine ; I never felt the kiss ...
... hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favors fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine ; I never felt the kiss ...
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.