English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - 746 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 52
... sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone ...
... sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone ...
الصفحة 53
... sweets of forgetfulness prove , When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill , And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove ; ' Twas thus , by the cave of the mountain afar , While his harp rung symphonious , a hermit began ...
... sweets of forgetfulness prove , When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill , And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove ; ' Twas thus , by the cave of the mountain afar , While his harp rung symphonious , a hermit began ...
الصفحة 65
... sweet and harmonious , and her sentiments all that the moralist or the Christian could wish - pure , dignified , devotional , and sometimes rising to the sublime . At this time her society was courted by the good and the learned every ...
... sweet and harmonious , and her sentiments all that the moralist or the Christian could wish - pure , dignified , devotional , and sometimes rising to the sublime . At this time her society was courted by the good and the learned every ...
الصفحة 70
... , The hero's generous strife ; Thine are retirement's silent joys , And all the sweet , endearing ties Of still , domestic life ! 1 A small stream near Athens . No more to fabled names confined , To thee , 70 [ GEORGE III . CARTER .
... , The hero's generous strife ; Thine are retirement's silent joys , And all the sweet , endearing ties Of still , domestic life ! 1 A small stream near Athens . No more to fabled names confined , To thee , 70 [ GEORGE III . CARTER .
الصفحة 76
... sweet , ' twas passing sweet ; But now ' tis gone away . Thus does the shade In memory fade , When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid . Then , since this world is vain , And volatile , and fleet , Why should I lay up earthly joys ...
... sweet , ' twas passing sweet ; But now ' tis gone away . Thus does the shade In memory fade , When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid . Then , since this world is vain , And volatile , and fleet , Why should I lay up earthly joys ...
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الصفحة 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
الصفحة 201 - 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 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
الصفحة 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
الصفحة 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
الصفحة 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
الصفحة 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
الصفحة 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
الصفحة 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
الصفحة 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures