A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - 390 sider |
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... Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind , The Bridge of Sighs , Death of the Old Year , Belle Eugenia Smith . Anon . H. W. Longfellow . Rose Terry Cooke . Thomas Gray . Rose Hawthorne Lathrop . Wordsworth . Wordsworth . Mary S. Bacon . Tennyson ...
... Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind , The Bridge of Sighs , Death of the Old Year , Belle Eugenia Smith . Anon . H. W. Longfellow . Rose Terry Cooke . Thomas Gray . Rose Hawthorne Lathrop . Wordsworth . Wordsworth . Mary S. Bacon . Tennyson ...
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... blow his wreathed horn . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . WESTMINSTER BRIDGE . Sept. 3 , 1802 . 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 ...
... blow his wreathed horn . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . WESTMINSTER BRIDGE . Sept. 3 , 1802 . 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 ...
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... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND . BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing heigh - ho ! unto the ...
... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND . BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing heigh - ho ! unto the ...
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... blow , That's free to give or to recall . This crowns his feast with wine and wit , -- Who brought him to that mirth and state . His betters , see , below him sit , Or hunger hopeless at the gate . Who bade the mud from Dives ' wheel To ...
... blow , That's free to give or to recall . This crowns his feast with wine and wit , -- Who brought him to that mirth and state . His betters , see , below him sit , Or hunger hopeless at the gate . Who bade the mud from Dives ' wheel To ...
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... blow : His who , pillow'd on thy bosom , Turn'd aside from glory's ray , His who , drunk with thy caresses , Madly threw a world away . Should the base Plebeian rabbie Dare assail my name at Rome , Where my noble spouse , Octavia ...
... blow : His who , pillow'd on thy bosom , Turn'd aside from glory's ray , His who , drunk with thy caresses , Madly threw a world away . Should the base Plebeian rabbie Dare assail my name at Rome , Where my noble spouse , Octavia ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Auf Wiedersehen beauty bells bird bosom Bouillabaisse boys breast breath bride bright brow Carcassonne CHARLES KINGSLEY cold dark dear death Douglas dream dying eyes face fair flowers Forever-never gone grass grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill King kiss land late light lips live lonely look look'd Lord lover maiden Mary mother ne'er never Never-forever Nevermore night o'er old oaken bucket Raven rest river river Lee rose ROSE TERRY COOKE round sail shine sigh sing sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears thee There's thine thou thought to-night Tommy's dead trees twas voice W. D. HoWELL wait wave weary weep wind word young
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Side 208 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Side 53 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Side 70 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Side 94 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side 307 - 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.
Side 341 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Side 328 - 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.
Side 171 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Side 88 - 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 afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Side 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.