Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - 449 Seiten |
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... Angels , Heroes , The Difference , My Psalm , The Three Voices , The Cloud on the Way , Messiah ,. • A Christmas Hymn , Christmas , Epiphany , The Star of Bethlehem , Dinah Maria Mulock . 310 Henry W. Longfellow . 311 312 Edna Dean ...
... Angels , Heroes , The Difference , My Psalm , The Three Voices , The Cloud on the Way , Messiah ,. • A Christmas Hymn , Christmas , Epiphany , The Star of Bethlehem , Dinah Maria Mulock . 310 Henry W. Longfellow . 311 312 Edna Dean ...
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... angels hear , May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof , The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to see them whirl and flee , Like a swarm of golden bees , THE CLOUD . When I widen the rent in my 8 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
... angels hear , May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof , The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to see them whirl and flee , Like a swarm of golden bees , THE CLOUD . When I widen the rent in my 8 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
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... angels are calling them o'er , For a Sabbath and summer forever , When the years shall forget the Decembers they ... angel on duty our coming descries , You have nothing to do but throw off the disguise That you wore while you wandered ...
... angels are calling them o'er , For a Sabbath and summer forever , When the years shall forget the Decembers they ... angel on duty our coming descries , You have nothing to do but throw off the disguise That you wore while you wandered ...
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... record one lost soul more , One task more declined , one more footpath untrod , One more triumph for devils , and sorrow for angels , One wrong more to man , one more insult to God ! Life's night begins ; let him never come back to 5.
... record one lost soul more , One task more declined , one more footpath untrod , One more triumph for devils , and sorrow for angels , One wrong more to man , one more insult to God ! Life's night begins ; let him never come back to 5.
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... angels could have blushed to know , So to have lived , and died , demanding naught Save living , dying , to have loved you so . My wildest wish was vassal to thy will : My haughtiest hope a pensioner on thy smile , Which did with light ...
... angels could have blushed to know , So to have lived , and died , demanding naught Save living , dying , to have loved you so . My wildest wish was vassal to thy will : My haughtiest hope a pensioner on thy smile , Which did with light ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
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Seite 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Seite 244 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 240 - 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.
Seite 13 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Seite 263 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 245 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 7 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 264 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
Seite 265 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.