Poetical Album; Or, Choice Selections of Poetry and Song: Containing Poems of Friendship ... [and] Biographies of the AuthorsJ.S. Round, 1893 - 632 Seiten |
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... Soul ........ The Messiah ...... I Will Fear No Evil .......... ' Twill Not Be Long .... Lord , Help Me ...... 364 364 365 . ... Alexander Pope 365 ..Horatius Bonar 366 366 367 " Peace I Leave With You " .......... Mrs . Waring 367 As ...
... Soul ........ The Messiah ...... I Will Fear No Evil .......... ' Twill Not Be Long .... Lord , Help Me ...... 364 364 365 . ... Alexander Pope 365 ..Horatius Bonar 366 366 367 " Peace I Leave With You " .......... Mrs . Waring 367 As ...
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... soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole ! For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace , The heritage of nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest- A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest , Where ...
... soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole ! For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace , The heritage of nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest- A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest , Where ...
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... soul - wealth away ; Of the piles of clothes to be washed , and more Weary of sowing for others to reap ; — Than a dozen mouths to be fed . There's the meals to get for the men in the field , And the children to fix away To school , and ...
... soul - wealth away ; Of the piles of clothes to be washed , and more Weary of sowing for others to reap ; — Than a dozen mouths to be fed . There's the meals to get for the men in the field , And the children to fix away To school , and ...
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... soul Will own as dearer far than they The lips which kiss the tears away ! ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN . THE OLD HOUSE . M standing by the window - sill , Where we have stood of yore ; The sycamore is waving still Its branches near the door ...
... soul Will own as dearer far than they The lips which kiss the tears away ! ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN . THE OLD HOUSE . M standing by the window - sill , Where we have stood of yore ; The sycamore is waving still Its branches near the door ...
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... me weak , While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it , I love it ; and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm - chair , ELIZA COOK . THE STREAM OF LIFE . STREAM descending to the sea 3 J THE HOME CIRCLE . 33.
... me weak , While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it , I love it ; and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm - chair , ELIZA COOK . THE STREAM OF LIFE . STREAM descending to the sea 3 J THE HOME CIRCLE . 33.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON Alma River Anne Hathaway auld lang syne beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath birds blessed blow born bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheer child clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair father fear FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers gentle golden grave gray green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill kiss land light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning neath never night o'er roar Robin Adair rose round Rudbari sail shadows shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas voice waters wave weary wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 79 - 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...
Seite 249 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Seite 124 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 280 - 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!
Seite 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 122 - 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.
Seite 122 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the 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...
Seite 362 - Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, 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. Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
Seite 280 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Seite 71 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse; which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively; I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, — in faith, 'twas strange,...