The Fireside Encyclopaedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most Famous Writers, English and AmericanHenry Troth Coates Porter & Coates, 1881 - 1002 Seiten |
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... breast , Roaring to see her so bright with mirth ; And I know she deems me ( oh the jest ! ) The cleverest fellow on all the earth ! And Hermioné , my Hermioné , Nurses her boy and defers to me ; Does not seem to see I'm small- Even to ...
... breast , Roaring to see her so bright with mirth ; And I know she deems me ( oh the jest ! ) The cleverest fellow on all the earth ! And Hermioné , my Hermioné , Nurses her boy and defers to me ; Does not seem to see I'm small- Even to ...
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... breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again ! Would that breast , by thee glanced over , Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at ...
... breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again ! Would that breast , by thee glanced over , Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at ...
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... breast With the milk - teeth of babes , and a smile at the pain ? Ah , boys , how you hurt ! You were strong as you pressed , And I proud by that test . What art's for a woman ? To hold on her knees Both darlings ! to feel all their ...
... breast With the milk - teeth of babes , and a smile at the pain ? Ah , boys , how you hurt ! You were strong as you pressed , And I proud by that test . What art's for a woman ? To hold on her knees Both darlings ! to feel all their ...
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... breast . ' Twas a fair sight : the snow - pale infant sleeping , So fondly guardian'd by those creatures mild , And if you dig down in the mines , You never see Him in the gold , Though from Him all that's glory shines . God is so good ...
... breast . ' Twas a fair sight : the snow - pale infant sleeping , So fondly guardian'd by those creatures mild , And if you dig down in the mines , You never see Him in the gold , Though from Him all that's glory shines . God is so good ...
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... breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , have him here again ! JOHN MOULTRIE . WE ARE SEVEN . -A SIMPLE child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ...
... breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , have him here again ! JOHN MOULTRIE . WE ARE SEVEN . -A SIMPLE child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bless bonny bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory grace grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heire of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hour JOHN KEATS king lady land light lips live look look'd Lord maid milldams morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 848 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Seite 452 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 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...
Seite 631 - The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
Seite 646 - As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of...
Seite 340 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Seite 219 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 693 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice : — It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening...
Seite 140 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 858 - 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 503 - 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.