The cycle of life, poems1871 |
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الصفحة 7
... hope was there . " When your servants , tired of seeing His pale face of want and woe , Turning to the ragged Orphan , Gave him coin , and bade him go ; Down his cheeks , so thin and wasted , Bitter tears began to flow . " But that look ...
... hope was there . " When your servants , tired of seeing His pale face of want and woe , Turning to the ragged Orphan , Gave him coin , and bade him go ; Down his cheeks , so thin and wasted , Bitter tears began to flow . " But that look ...
الصفحة 8
... Hope , and Light— Floated round the Orphan's pillow Through the starry summer night . " Day dawned , yet the visions lasted ; All too weak to rise he lay ; Did he dream that none spake harshly ? - All were strangely kind that day ; And ...
... Hope , and Light— Floated round the Orphan's pillow Through the starry summer night . " Day dawned , yet the visions lasted ; All too weak to rise he lay ; Did he dream that none spake harshly ? - All were strangely kind that day ; And ...
الصفحة 36
... hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour And blacken round our weary way , Gilds with a gleam of distant day . Still , where rosy pleasure leads , See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps that misery ...
... hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour And blacken round our weary way , Gilds with a gleam of distant day . Still , where rosy pleasure leads , See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps that misery ...
الصفحة 73
... hope By various mockery of sight and sound ; Hope after hope encouraged and destroyed . But when the Lord of Seasons had matured The fruits of earth through space of twice ten years , Z A The mountain's entrails offered to the view Of ...
... hope By various mockery of sight and sound ; Hope after hope encouraged and destroyed . But when the Lord of Seasons had matured The fruits of earth through space of twice ten years , Z A The mountain's entrails offered to the view Of ...
الصفحة 74
... hope . This vestige , neither force of beating rain , Nor the vicissitudes of frost and thaw , Shall cause to fade , till ages pass away ; And it is named , in memory of the event , The PATH OF PERSEVERANCE . WORDSWORTH . THE HOMES OF ...
... hope . This vestige , neither force of beating rain , Nor the vicissitudes of frost and thaw , Shall cause to fade , till ages pass away ; And it is named , in memory of the event , The PATH OF PERSEVERANCE . WORDSWORTH . THE HOMES OF ...
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angel ANGEL'S STORY beautiful beneath birds blue blue heavens bough breast breath bright brother cheerful child CHILDREN'S HOUR churchyard clouds cold dark dead death deep distant voice doth dream earth English boy EVERMORE eyes Father William feet flowers Forever-never Gaze gentle glad gleam GOD'S ACRE golden grave green grief hand hath heard heart Heaven HEMANS heritage hold in fee holy homes of England hour IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS land leaves life's light LONGFELLOW look man's son inherit murmur neath never Never-forever night o'er pain play poor poor man's son rejoicing rill river ROPE-WALK round scene shade shadow silent SIMON LEE skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow sound spirit stars stood stream sweet SWEET AUBURN tears tender thee thou thought toil tread trees twas vale voice Wandering Boy weary ween whisper wild winds wing woods WORDSWORTH youth
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الصفحة 58 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
الصفحة 154 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
الصفحة 27 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 167 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
الصفحة 26 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 64 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 14 - HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
الصفحة 82 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
الصفحة 75 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
الصفحة 21 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.