A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsJ.B. Ford, 1872 - 789 páginas |
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... lips away " ( Measure " Under the greenwood tree " ( As You Like It ) 325 " When icicles hang by the wall " ( Love's 168 41 " The heath this night must be my bed ' Labor's Lost , 319 " The sun upon the lake is low " " When I do count ...
... lips away " ( Measure " Under the greenwood tree " ( As You Like It ) 325 " When icicles hang by the wall " ( Love's 168 41 " The heath this night must be my bed ' Labor's Lost , 319 " The sun upon the lake is low " " When I do count ...
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... lips , Out to his little finger - tips ! Softly sinking , down he goes ! Down he goes down he goes ! See ! he's hushed in sweet repose . JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND . CHOOSING A NAME . I HAVE got a new - born sister ; I was nigh the first ...
... lips , Out to his little finger - tips ! Softly sinking , down he goes ! Down he goes down he goes ! See ! he's hushed in sweet repose . JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND . CHOOSING A NAME . I HAVE got a new - born sister ; I was nigh the first ...
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... lips as cold as any stone She kissed her children small : " God bless you both , my children dear , " With that the tears did fall . Their parents being dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house ...
... lips as cold as any stone She kissed her children small : " God bless you both , my children dear , " With that the tears did fall . Their parents being dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house ...
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... lip re- soundeth ; Thine was the eager spirit naught could cloy , And the glad heart from which all grief re- boundeth ... lips , and dauntless brow , Fit for the world's strife , not for poet's dream . ing ; And proud the lifting of thy ...
... lip re- soundeth ; Thine was the eager spirit naught could cloy , And the glad heart from which all grief re- boundeth ... lips , and dauntless brow , Fit for the world's strife , not for poet's dream . ing ; And proud the lifting of thy ...
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... lips seemed a caress . " MISS MITFORD'S Dramatic Scenes . I HAVE a name , a little name , Uncadenced for the ear , Unhonored by ancestral claim , Unsanctified by prayer and psalm The solemn font anear . It never did , to pages wove For ...
... lips seemed a caress . " MISS MITFORD'S Dramatic Scenes . I HAVE a name , a little name , Uncadenced for the ear , Unhonored by ancestral claim , Unsanctified by prayer and psalm The solemn font anear . It never did , to pages wove For ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Página 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; 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...
Página 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Página 644 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Página 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets