A New Library of Poetry and Song, المجلد 1Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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الصفحة xi
... Grave . Publishers : Jas . R. Osgood & Co. , Boston . Philomela Burial of Moses ALEXANDER , CECIL FRANCIS . ALEXANDER , H. W. Poor Fisher Folk ( From the French : Victor ( Hugo ALGER , WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE . 344 ASKEWE , ANNE . Terrace ...
... Grave . Publishers : Jas . R. Osgood & Co. , Boston . Philomela Burial of Moses ALEXANDER , CECIL FRANCIS . ALEXANDER , H. W. Poor Fisher Folk ( From the French : Victor ( Hugo ALGER , WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE . 344 ASKEWE , ANNE . Terrace ...
الصفحة xv
... Grave , The . 303 511 Island , The 637 698 Pleasure - Boat , The 618 449 Soul , The 332 705 Publishers : Scribner , Armstrong & Co. , New York . 552 DANIEL , SAMUEL . 672 England , 1562-1619 . 484 Love is a Sickness Humanity My Country ...
... Grave , The . 303 511 Island , The 637 698 Pleasure - Boat , The 618 449 Soul , The 332 705 Publishers : Scribner , Armstrong & Co. , New York . 552 DANIEL , SAMUEL . 672 England , 1562-1619 . 484 Love is a Sickness Humanity My Country ...
الصفحة xxvi
... -1853 . The Milkmaid . TAYLOR , JEREMY . England , 1613-1667 . Heaven 786 330 THORNBURY , GEORGE WALTER . The Jester's Sermon England , xxvi INDEX OF AUTHORS . 150 Heine's Grave Publishers: Jas R Osgood & Co , Boston Philomela.
... -1853 . The Milkmaid . TAYLOR , JEREMY . England , 1613-1667 . Heaven 786 330 THORNBURY , GEORGE WALTER . The Jester's Sermon England , xxvi INDEX OF AUTHORS . 150 Heine's Grave Publishers: Jas R Osgood & Co , Boston Philomela.
الصفحة xliii
... grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the end of life Offered me the Muses . Oh , cut off Untimely when the reason in its strength , Ripened by years of toil and studious search , And watch of nature's silent lessons ...
... grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the end of life Offered me the Muses . Oh , cut off Untimely when the reason in its strength , Ripened by years of toil and studious search , And watch of nature's silent lessons ...
الصفحة xlvi
... grave divines , is a remnant of the original wild nature of man . " • " I have not mentioned other sports and games of the boys of that day ; that is to say , of seventy or eighty years since - such as wrestling , running , leaping ...
... grave divines , is a remnant of the original wild nature of man . " • " I have not mentioned other sports and games of the boys of that day ; that is to say , of seventy or eighty years since - such as wrestling , running , leaping ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY angel beauty birds blessed bliss bosom boys breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair father fear feet flowers forever gentle glory golden gone grace grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss lero light lips live look Lord love thee love's lover maid morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain poems poet praise prayer ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK Robin Adair rose round SAMUEL LOVER shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell tender There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought voice weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words youth
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الصفحة 49 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
الصفحة 425 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
الصفحة 301 - T^EAR 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. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
الصفحة 242 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 243 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
الصفحة 324 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
الصفحة 306 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 284 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 236 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
الصفحة 236 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.