Popular Poetic Pearls, and Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1887 - 384 sider |
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... Cross , The Common Lot , The Children's Hour , The Curtain , The Charge of the Heavy Brigade Cowper's Grave Creeds of the Bells , The Cabin Philosophy Changeling , The Dream of Life , The Daniel Gray Deserted Village , The Death of ...
... Cross , The Common Lot , The Children's Hour , The Curtain , The Charge of the Heavy Brigade Cowper's Grave Creeds of the Bells , The Cabin Philosophy Changeling , The Dream of Life , The Daniel Gray Deserted Village , The Death of ...
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They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love ...
They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love ...
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... Cross her hands humbly , As if praying dumbly , Over her breast ! Owning her weakness , Her evil behavior , And leaving , with meekness , Her sins to her Savior ! EDGAR ALLEN POE . EDGAR ALLEN POE was born in POPULAR POETIC PEARLS . 95.
... Cross her hands humbly , As if praying dumbly , Over her breast ! Owning her weakness , Her evil behavior , And leaving , with meekness , Her sins to her Savior ! EDGAR ALLEN POE . EDGAR ALLEN POE was born in POPULAR POETIC PEARLS . 95.
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... cross before thee ! Mercy ! mercy ! all is o'er ! " Dry thy tears , my poor Ximena ; lay thy dear one down to rest ; Let his hands be meekly folded , lay the cross upon his breast ; Let his dirge be sung hereafter , and his funeral ...
... cross before thee ! Mercy ! mercy ! all is o'er ! " Dry thy tears , my poor Ximena ; lay thy dear one down to rest ; Let his hands be meekly folded , lay the cross upon his breast ; Let his dirge be sung hereafter , and his funeral ...
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... cross this tide , You must leave your robes on the other side . " But the aged father did not mind , And his long gown floated out behind , As down to the stream his way he took , His pale hands clasping a gilt - edged book . " I'm ...
... cross this tide , You must leave your robes on the other side . " But the aged father did not mind , And his long gown floated out behind , As down to the stream his way he took , His pale hands clasping a gilt - edged book . " I'm ...
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Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of Poets (Classic Reprint) Frank Mcalpine Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bird blessed born breast breath bright child cloud Dacotahs dark dead dear death deep died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray grew hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope hour JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH ADDISON JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow shine silent sleep smiling song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell tender thee There's thou thought toil Twas voice weary whispered wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder Work-work-work young youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 60 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 46 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Side 102 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never - nevermore.
Side 99 - ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.
Side 250 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 101 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 150 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Side 151 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 20 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Side 45 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.