Poetical gleanings, with notes and biogr. sketches |
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... night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By ...
... night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By ...
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... night was dark- The ocean yawned - and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , It was the star of Bethlehem ...
... night was dark- The ocean yawned - and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , It was the star of Bethlehem ...
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... . But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat , at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew Norman Macleod Thomas Campbell.
... . But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat , at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew Norman Macleod Thomas Campbell.
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... night , and long till day , Do not bid me further stray ! Rokeby's lords of martial fame , I can count them name by name ; Legend of their line there be , Known to few , but known to me ; If you honour Rokeby's kin , Take the wandering ...
... night , and long till day , Do not bid me further stray ! Rokeby's lords of martial fame , I can count them name by name ; Legend of their line there be , Known to few , but known to me ; If you honour Rokeby's kin , Take the wandering ...
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... night was dark and stormy — the wind was blowing wild ; A patient mother sat beside the death - bed of her child- A little , worn - out creature - his once - bright eyes grown dim : It was a Collier's only child - they called him ...
... night was dark and stormy — the wind was blowing wild ; A patient mother sat beside the death - bed of her child- A little , worn - out creature - his once - bright eyes grown dim : It was a Collier's only child - they called him ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN BATTLE OF MORGARTEN beneath blaze brave breath bright brow burning Buttercups and Daisies Charles Mackay cheek Chevy Chase child coming cried dark death deep dream Earl Douglas Eliza Cook Excelsior fair fame fast father fought gallant gentle gleam glow grave groves hand hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre holy king lady land Lava light Little Jim little longer live Lochinvar looked Lord loud Lucy Gray Mayenne mighty Minstrel moor morning mother Netherby never say fail night o'er old Arm-chair orphan boy Percy Pilgrim pride proud Reading-Book rolled Rosabelle Scottish shout sigh sing SIR JOHN MOORE slain sleep smiled snow SOLDIER song sorrow soul sound spear star Star of Bethlehem stood stormy tempests blow sweet tears thee There's Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind Work-work-work Yarrow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 23 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 72 - 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.
Página 24 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 84 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none...
Página 41 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 57 - 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. For the Angel of Death...
Página 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 16 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Página 42 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 61 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.