Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both Countries ...Whittaker & Company, 1853 - 472 Seiten |
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... hand , And the sound of a voice that is still ! " The Poet who can write like this may well sway the minds of men to his own mood . " The cry of the Children , " by Mrs. BROWNING , is a Poem which may take its place by the side of ...
... hand , And the sound of a voice that is still ! " The Poet who can write like this may well sway the minds of men to his own mood . " The cry of the Children , " by Mrs. BROWNING , is a Poem which may take its place by the side of ...
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... hand which is strong . ' Our Father ' ! If He heard us , He would surely ( For they call Him good and mild ) Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest with me , my child . ' XI . " But , no ! " say the children ...
... hand which is strong . ' Our Father ' ! If He heard us , He would surely ( For they call Him good and mild ) Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest with me , my child . ' XI . " But , no ! " say the children ...
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... hand , That labours until dusk from dawn ; Methinks I love the russet band , Beyond the band of silk or lawn ; And , oh ! the lovely laughter drawn From peasant lips , when sunny May Leads in some flowery holiday ! What good are fancies ...
... hand , That labours until dusk from dawn ; Methinks I love the russet band , Beyond the band of silk or lawn ; And , oh ! the lovely laughter drawn From peasant lips , when sunny May Leads in some flowery holiday ! What good are fancies ...
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... hand Should open like a vernal cloud , When ' t casts its beauty on a land In music sweet but never loud : But I am of the humble crowd ; And thus am I content to be , If thou , sweet Muse , wilt cherish me ! BARRY CORNWALL . Mary ...
... hand Should open like a vernal cloud , When ' t casts its beauty on a land In music sweet but never loud : But I am of the humble crowd ; And thus am I content to be , If thou , sweet Muse , wilt cherish me ! BARRY CORNWALL . Mary ...
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... hand the victor weaves , Let the loud trump his triumph tell ; But when you hear the passing bell , Then , Lady , twine a wreath for me , And twine it of the cypress - tree . Yes ! twine for me the cypress bough ; But O , Matilda ...
... hand the victor weaves , Let the loud trump his triumph tell ; But when you hear the passing bell , Then , Lady , twine a wreath for me , And twine it of the cypress - tree . Yes ! twine for me the cypress bough ; But O , Matilda ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charms Cloudland clouds crown dear deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face Faerie Queene fair fancy feel flowers folding star gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover melody mind morn mournful murmur ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet Poetry praise pride RICHARD LOVELACE right hand path round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree twine unto vale voice wanton weep wild wind wings woes woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
Seite 361 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Seite 220 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite 39 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Seite 389 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 400 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Seite 146 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 248 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 400 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.