Crown Jewels or Gems of Literature Art and MusicMcDermid & Logan, 1888 - 632 páginas |
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... Dead ........ Theodore O'Hara Amelia Blanford Edwards 268 My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is ...... William Byrd 269 The Blind Man . ....... William Lisle Bowles 271 250 Somebody's Darling ...... ............. Marie R. Lacoste Tell Me , Ye ...
... Dead ........ Theodore O'Hara Amelia Blanford Edwards 268 My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is ...... William Byrd 269 The Blind Man . ....... William Lisle Bowles 271 250 Somebody's Darling ...... ............. Marie R. Lacoste Tell Me , Ye ...
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... dead , Had sat in the self - same place . As the tear stole down from his half - shut eye , " Don't smoke ! " said the child ; " how it makes you cry ! " The house dog lay stretched out on the floor , Where the shade after noon used to ...
... dead , Had sat in the self - same place . As the tear stole down from his half - shut eye , " Don't smoke ! " said the child ; " how it makes you cry ! " The house dog lay stretched out on the floor , Where the shade after noon used to ...
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... dead , Say , was thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son- Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ; And ...
... dead , Say , was thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son- Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ; And ...
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... dead favorite bends ; O'er me wave the willow , and long may it flourish , Bedewed with the tears of - wife , children and friends . Let us drink , for my song , growing graver and graver , To subjects too solemn insensibly tends ; Let ...
... dead favorite bends ; O'er me wave the willow , and long may it flourish , Bedewed with the tears of - wife , children and friends . Let us drink , for my song , growing graver and graver , To subjects too solemn insensibly tends ; Let ...
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... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . THOMAS MOORE . AULD LANG SYNE HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to ...
... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . THOMAS MOORE . AULD LANG SYNE HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to ...
Termos e frases comuns
ALFRED TENNYSON Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath birds blessed born bosom brave breast breath bright brow child clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep died dream earth eyes face fair father fear feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers golden gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill kiss land light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning mother neath never night o'er PHOEBE CARY rest rose round Rudbari sail shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought tree Twas voice wandering waves weary wife wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings young
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Página 66 - 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 222 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 327 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 248 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor, "Wretch...
Página 223 - 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.
Página 104 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 35 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor...
Página 248 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Página 128 - 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. The poetry of earth...
Página 102 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?