Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-centuryW. Blackwood and sons, 1856 - 335 من الصفحات |
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... thee and thine it e'er forget . " - Passing over an anonymous juvenile poem , which he afterwards repudiated , but which is strongly marked with his peculiar beauties and defects , the earliest earnest composition of Grahame was a ...
... thee and thine it e'er forget . " - Passing over an anonymous juvenile poem , which he afterwards repudiated , but which is strongly marked with his peculiar beauties and defects , the earliest earnest composition of Grahame was a ...
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... thee ? Ah ! spare that tearful look - ' tis death to see- Nor break the tortured heart that bleeds for thee . 36 66 SCENES OF INFANCY . " These eyes that.
... thee ? Ah ! spare that tearful look - ' tis death to see- Nor break the tortured heart that bleeds for thee . 36 66 SCENES OF INFANCY . " These eyes that.
الصفحة 36
... thee a dearer self to find , While those dear eyes in pearly light that shine , Fond thought ! had borrowed manlier beams from mine . Ah ! fruitless hope of bliss that ne'er may be ! Shall but this lonely heart survive to me ? No ! in ...
... thee a dearer self to find , While those dear eyes in pearly light that shine , Fond thought ! had borrowed manlier beams from mine . Ah ! fruitless hope of bliss that ne'er may be ! Shall but this lonely heart survive to me ? No ! in ...
الصفحة 125
... Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray . And oh when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night , Be Thou , long - suffering , slow to wrath , A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's ...
... Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray . And oh when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night , Be Thou , long - suffering , slow to wrath , A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's ...
الصفحة 170
... thee to forgive ; Then plead my cause in that high place , Where proffered masses purchase grace.- Go where the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest cave her shrieking young , And calm the lonely lioness ; But soothe not , mock not my ...
... thee to forgive ; Then plead my cause in that high place , Where proffered masses purchase grace.- Go where the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest cave her shrieking young , And calm the lonely lioness ; But soothe not , mock not my ...
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الصفحة 251 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
الصفحة 157 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
الصفحة 180 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East! the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
الصفحة 86 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 283 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
الصفحة 65 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
الصفحة 252 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
الصفحة 95 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
الصفحة 224 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
الصفحة 217 - De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame, With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always...