Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 61859 |
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... thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill divining The glory of ...
... thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill divining The glory of ...
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... Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To those that loved thee ? Thou , whose tears would spring , Dreading a short day's absence , didst thou go Alone into the future world unseen ...
... Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To those that loved thee ? Thou , whose tears would spring , Dreading a short day's absence , didst thou go Alone into the future world unseen ...
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... thou art singing , Oh lonely , lonely bird ! The soft air is ringing , By thy summer music stirr'd ; Though the castle echoes catch no tone Of human step or word ; Though the fire be quench'd , and the feasting done- Oh lonely , lonely ...
... thou art singing , Oh lonely , lonely bird ! The soft air is ringing , By thy summer music stirr'd ; Though the castle echoes catch no tone Of human step or word ; Though the fire be quench'd , and the feasting done- Oh lonely , lonely ...
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... thou lies , my lassie , Lowly there thou lies ; A bonnier form ne'er went to the yird , Nor frae it will arise ! Fu ' soon I follow thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ' , But tuke gudeness sel ...
... thou lies , my lassie , Lowly there thou lies ; A bonnier form ne'er went to the yird , Nor frae it will arise ! Fu ' soon I follow thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ' , But tuke gudeness sel ...
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... thou no sister - solemn as a nun , And serious as a mourner - who could make A dwelling on this grave ? for thou dost grow Too like the likeness of a bride to take A place so near dark death . And yet not so ! Thou never couldst in ...
... thou no sister - solemn as a nun , And serious as a mourner - who could make A dwelling on this grave ? for thou dost grow Too like the likeness of a bride to take A place so near dark death . And yet not so ! Thou never couldst in ...
Termos e frases comuns
AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 344 - 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 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Página 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Página 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Página 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Página 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Página 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Página 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.