Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 Seiten |
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... pass them by as stran- gers : like the poor palmer with Marmion at Norham Castle , they are so changed by fortune and hard usage , that— " The mother that them bare , If she had been in presence there , She had not known her child ...
... pass them by as stran- gers : like the poor palmer with Marmion at Norham Castle , they are so changed by fortune and hard usage , that— " The mother that them bare , If she had been in presence there , She had not known her child ...
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... pass by . The editor desires to express his obligations to the cour- tesy and liberality of many American authors and publish- ers in permitting the use of copyrighted matter - especially Messrs . Houghton , Mifflin & Co. , whose list ...
... pass by . The editor desires to express his obligations to the cour- tesy and liberality of many American authors and publish- ers in permitting the use of copyrighted matter - especially Messrs . Houghton , Mifflin & Co. , whose list ...
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... Passes ) . EARLY SPRING ONCE more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new , And domes the red - plow'd hills With ... pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The ...
... Passes ) . EARLY SPRING ONCE more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new , And domes the red - plow'd hills With ... pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The ...
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... pass Along the budding grass , And weeks go by , before the enamored South Shall kiss the rose's mouth . Still there's a sense of blossoms yet unborn In the sweet airs of morn ; One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his ...
... pass Along the budding grass , And weeks go by , before the enamored South Shall kiss the rose's mouth . Still there's a sense of blossoms yet unborn In the sweet airs of morn ; One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his ...
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... Pass on ! pass on ! and to thine ending haste . for never in the count of Time Pass on ! - Came day to me more full of evil things ; Old memories of loss , of death , and pain , Start from their sleep and wound with freshest stings ...
... Pass on ! pass on ! and to thine ending haste . for never in the count of Time Pass on ! - Came day to me more full of evil things ; Old memories of loss , of death , and pain , Start from their sleep and wound with freshest stings ...
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auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath bright brow clouds cuddle doon Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair feel flowers glory golden grave gray green grow hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN kiss land light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morning mountain never nevermore night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket pale peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF rose round sail shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree violet voice wake waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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Seite 80 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Seite 87 - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such, as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
Seite 109 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 156 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Seite 78 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 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...
Seite 80 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 102 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 420 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Seite 86 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 109 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...