Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1885 - 384 sider |
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... deep regret where- ever the English language is spoken . The death of no literary Englishman could excite more general sorrow than that of the much - loved author of Evangeline . He will be no more sincerely lamented in America than in ...
... deep regret where- ever the English language is spoken . The death of no literary Englishman could excite more general sorrow than that of the much - loved author of Evangeline . He will be no more sincerely lamented in America than in ...
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... deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in life ! the days that are no more ! Break , Break , Break . REAK , break , break , On thy cold , gray stones , O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The ...
... deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in life ! the days that are no more ! Break , Break , Break . REAK , break , break , On thy cold , gray stones , O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The ...
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... deep and still , Never gliding back again To the water - mill . Truly speaks the proverb old With a meaning vast : " The mill will never grind With the water that is past . " Oh , the wasted hours of life That have swiftly drifted by ...
... deep and still , Never gliding back again To the water - mill . Truly speaks the proverb old With a meaning vast : " The mill will never grind With the water that is past . " Oh , the wasted hours of life That have swiftly drifted by ...
Side 65
... deep and vast : " The mill will never grind With the water that is past . " Take the lesson to thyself , Loving hearts and true ; Golden hours are fleeting by , Youth is passing , too ; Learn to make the most of life ; Lose no happy day ...
... deep and vast : " The mill will never grind With the water that is past . " Take the lesson to thyself , Loving hearts and true ; Golden hours are fleeting by , Youth is passing , too ; Learn to make the most of life ; Lose no happy day ...
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... deep ? Are you watching how swift , yet how silent it goes ? Thus hurry our lives , till they sink in repose , And are lost in a measureless sleep . " Now listen , my boy ! you are young , I am old , And yet like two rivers are we ...
... deep ? Are you watching how swift , yet how silent it goes ? Thus hurry our lives , till they sink in repose , And are lost in a measureless sleep . " Now listen , my boy ! you are young , I am old , And yet like two rivers are we ...
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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 bell bird blessed born breast breath bright child cloud Dacotahs dark dead dear death died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH ADDISON JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water leave life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sang shadow shine silent sing 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
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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 257 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Side 104 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Side 201 - THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Side 251 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Side 141 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Side 100 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Side 60 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, 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 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
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.