A Book of Famous VerseHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 1 Seiten |
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... seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , father , will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon The minster - clock has just ...
... seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , father , will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon The minster - clock has just ...
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... seen Carcassonne , I never have seen Carcassonne . - You see the city from the hill , It Beddoes Nadaud.
... seen Carcassonne , I never have seen Carcassonne . - You see the city from the hill , It Beddoes Nadaud.
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... seen Perpignan , And I have not seen Carcassonne , And I have not seen Carcassonne . So crooned , one day , close by Limoux , A peasant , double bent with age . " Rise up , my friend , " said I ; " with you I'll go upon this pilgrimage ...
... seen Perpignan , And I have not seen Carcassonne , And I have not seen Carcassonne . So crooned , one day , close by Limoux , A peasant , double bent with age . " Rise up , my friend , " said I ; " with you I'll go upon this pilgrimage ...
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... seen Against the background of unnatural dark , A witness to the ages as they pass , That simple duty hath no place for fear . John Greenleaf Whittier . • SIR MARMADUKE 45 SIR MARMADUKE SIR MARMADUKE was a 44 ABRAHAM DAVENPORT.
... seen Against the background of unnatural dark , A witness to the ages as they pass , That simple duty hath no place for fear . John Greenleaf Whittier . • SIR MARMADUKE 45 SIR MARMADUKE SIR MARMADUKE was a 44 ABRAHAM DAVENPORT.
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... seen ; When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn , ' Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn , - " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of her grief ; I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief ; On a rock of the ocean ...
... seen ; When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn , ' Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn , - " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of her grief ; I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief ; On a rock of the ocean ...
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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.