The Household Book of PoetryD. Appleton, 1878 - 28 Seiten |
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... heaven in a heaven less . In how coy a figure wound , Every way it turns away ; So the world excluding round , Yet receiving in the day . Dark beneath , but bright above ; Here disdaining , there in love . How loose and easy hence to go ...
... heaven in a heaven less . In how coy a figure wound , Every way it turns away ; So the world excluding round , Yet receiving in the day . Dark beneath , but bright above ; Here disdaining , there in love . How loose and easy hence to go ...
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... heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies : And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty bin , My lady sweet , arise ...
... heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies : And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty bin , My lady sweet , arise ...
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... heaven , How meek a pilgrim had been shriven . The Water ! the Water ! Where I have shed salt tears , In loneliness and friendliness , A thing of tender years . The Water ! the Water ! Where I have happy been , And showered upon its ...
... heaven , How meek a pilgrim had been shriven . The Water ! the Water ! Where I have shed salt tears , In loneliness and friendliness , A thing of tender years . The Water ! the Water ! Where I have happy been , And showered upon its ...
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... heaven , which he did bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears , When birds and flowers and I were happy peers . How like a prodigal doth nature seem , When thou , for all thy gold , so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More ...
... heaven , which he did bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears , When birds and flowers and I were happy peers . How like a prodigal doth nature seem , When thou , for all thy gold , so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More ...
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... heaven's own bowers ? Who its love , without us , can fancy - or sweel floor ? Who shall even dare To say we sprang not there- And came not down , that Love might bring one piece of heaven the more ? Oh ! pray believe that angles From ...
... heaven's own bowers ? Who its love , without us , can fancy - or sweel floor ? Who shall even dare To say we sprang not there- And came not down , that Love might bring one piece of heaven the more ? Oh ! pray believe that angles From ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ANONYMOUS BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bliss bonnie Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fear flowers frae friends gentle gone grace grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW king kiss lady leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Lovel love's maid merry milldams moon morning mother ne'er never night NUT-BROWN MAID o'er ROBERT BURNS rose round shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree unto voice waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Yarrow young young Beichan youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 707 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 56 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Seite 582 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 574 - I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Seite 175 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Seite 232 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 340 - 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.
Seite 375 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Seite 597 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Seite 356 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...