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I miss thee at the dawning gray , When , on our deck reclined , In careless ease my limbs I lay , And woo the cooler wind . I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide ; But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee ...
I miss thee at the dawning gray , When , on our deck reclined , In careless ease my limbs I lay , And woo the cooler wind . I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide ; But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee ...
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With tongues all sweet and low , Like a pleasant rhyme , They tell how much I owe To thee and Time ! BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ( BARRY CORNWALL ) . Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a Thy. 14 But the soul of a woman needs something ...
With tongues all sweet and low , Like a pleasant rhyme , They tell how much I owe To thee and Time ! BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ( BARRY CORNWALL ) . Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a Thy. 14 But the soul of a woman needs something ...
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FARE THEE WELL ! FARE thee well ! and if for ever , Still for ever , fare thee well : Even though unforgiving , never ' Gainst thee shall my heart rebel . Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While ...
FARE THEE WELL ! FARE thee well ! and if for ever , Still for ever , fare thee well : Even though unforgiving , never ' Gainst thee shall my heart rebel . Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While ...
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I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial - day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was . - Where thou art gone Adieus ...
I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial - day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was . - Where thou art gone Adieus ...
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Even while I muse I see thee sit In maiden bloom and matron wit-- Fair , gentle as when first I sued , Ye seem , but of sedater mood ; Yet my heart leaps as fond for thee As when , beneath Arbigland tree , Though I see smiling at thy ...
Even while I muse I see thee sit In maiden bloom and matron wit-- Fair , gentle as when first I sued , Ye seem , but of sedater mood ; Yet my heart leaps as fond for thee As when , beneath Arbigland tree , Though I see smiling at thy ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beauty bells beneath bird bless breast breath bright child cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel flowers give glory gone grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour keep king lady land leaves light live look Lord mind morning mother never night o'er once pain peace poor praise rest rise rose round seen side silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till tree true turn voice wave weep wild wind wings young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 659 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 242 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 663 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast Not for these I raise The song of thanks and...
Página 663 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Página 650 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 353 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Página 519 - 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.
Página 228 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Página 663 - Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Página 236 - ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Fireside Encyclopædia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most Famous Writers, English and American |
| Editor | Henry Troth Coates |
| Edição | 34 |
| Editora | J.C. Winston Company, 1901 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 18 Mai 2007 |
| Número de páginas | 1027 páginas |
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