A Book of Famous VerseHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 1 Seiten |
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... KISSED ME DOROTHY Q. Gray . 147 Tennyson . 152 Scott . 153 • Hood . 154 Holmes . 155 157 Leigh Hunt . Holmes . 158 THE COLUBRIAD MARIGOLD THE DUMB SOLDIER THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE LADY CLARE FAIRY SONG LULLABY FOR TITANIA Cowper . 160 ...
... KISSED ME DOROTHY Q. Gray . 147 Tennyson . 152 Scott . 153 • Hood . 154 Holmes . 155 157 Leigh Hunt . Holmes . 158 THE COLUBRIAD MARIGOLD THE DUMB SOLDIER THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE LADY CLARE FAIRY SONG LULLABY FOR TITANIA Cowper . 160 ...
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... kissed the lips of kith and kin , She laid her hand in mine : What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father's kine ? She left us in the bloom of May : The constant years told o'er The seasons with as sweet May morns , But she ...
... kissed the lips of kith and kin , She laid her hand in mine : What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father's kine ? She left us in the bloom of May : The constant years told o'er The seasons with as sweet May morns , But she ...
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... kissed her . When the nursing - woman brought her To Papa , his infant daughter , How Papa's dear eyes did glisten ! She will shortly be to christen ; And Papa has made the offer I shall have the naming of her . Now I wonder what would ...
... kissed her . When the nursing - woman brought her To Papa , his infant daughter , How Papa's dear eyes did glisten ! She will shortly be to christen ; And Papa has made the offer I shall have the naming of her . Now I wonder what would ...
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... kissed her children twain , Says , " Bairns , we be but dead . " Oh , this way looked her own dear lord , As he came o'er the lea ; He saw his castle all in a lowe , So far as he could see . " Put on , put on , my mighty men , As fast ...
... kissed her children twain , Says , " Bairns , we be but dead . " Oh , this way looked her own dear lord , As he came o'er the lea ; He saw his castle all in a lowe , So far as he could see . " Put on , put on , my mighty men , As fast ...
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... kissed , ( The wild waves whist ) Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow . The watchdogs bark : BREAK , BREAK , BREAK Bow - wow . Hark 86 ARIEL'S SONGS Shakespeare.
... kissed , ( The wild waves whist ) Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow . The watchdogs bark : BREAK , BREAK , BREAK Bow - wow . Hark 86 ARIEL'S SONGS Shakespeare.
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Abraham Davenport Alfred Tennyson Allen-a-Dale ANCIENT MARINER Annabel Lee Annie barefoot boy battle BATTLE OF AGINCOURT bird bless blew blow Bob-o'-link bonnie breeze bride bright Caldon Low Carcassonne chee cheek child clouds County Guy dark dead dear deep door dost eyes face fair fairy fear flowers grave gray green gude hair hand hark hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill John Greenleaf Whittier King kissed Lady Clare land laugh light live looked Lord loud Lucy lullaby merry mist moon morn mother ne'er never night NOTE o'er Oriana RIME roaring Robin rose round sail ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter Scott sleep smile snow song soul sound Spink stars steed stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou voice waves weary wild William Wordsworth wind young
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Seite 149 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Seite 38 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 141 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew. Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Seite 66 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 59 - Singing of Mount Abora, Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Seite 16 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Seite 152 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 2 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Seite 157 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Seite 156 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.