The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Band 1,Seiten 1-456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 Seiten |
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... thought , as he embodied it in his verse . The decision to give every poem entire has resulted in a few exclusions from another cause than that of length ; for in some lyrics , especially of Restoration days , there is oc- Introduction ...
... thought , as he embodied it in his verse . The decision to give every poem entire has resulted in a few exclusions from another cause than that of length ; for in some lyrics , especially of Restoration days , there is oc- Introduction ...
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... Thought . .Robert Louis Stevenson . 94 Whole Duty of Children . . Robert Louis Stevenson . 94 Politeness . Elizabeth Turner . 94 The Pin .. Contented John . Rebecca's After - thought Kindness to Animals . A Rule for Birds ' Nesters . 66 ...
... Thought . .Robert Louis Stevenson . 94 Whole Duty of Children . . Robert Louis Stevenson . 94 Politeness . Elizabeth Turner . 94 The Pin .. Contented John . Rebecca's After - thought Kindness to Animals . A Rule for Birds ' Nesters . 66 ...
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... thought he loves To ruminate , and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto Heaven : quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn , when his wings He furleth close ; contented so to look On mists in idleness - to let fair things Pass by unheeded ...
... thought he loves To ruminate , and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto Heaven : quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn , when his wings He furleth close ; contented so to look On mists in idleness - to let fair things Pass by unheeded ...
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... thought ; Only a little heart , Troubled with naught . Only a tender flower Sent us to rear ; Only a life to love While we are here ; Only a baby small , Never at rest ; Small , but how dear to us , God knoweth best . ONLY Matthias Barr ...
... thought ; Only a little heart , Troubled with naught . Only a tender flower Sent us to rear ; Only a life to love While we are here ; Only a baby small , Never at rest ; Small , but how dear to us , God knoweth best . ONLY Matthias Barr ...
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... thought about me , and so I grew . But how did you come to us , you dear ? God thought about you , and so I am here . George Macdonald [ 1824-1905 ] STRANGE LANDS WHERE do you come from , Mr. Jay ? " From the land of Play , from the ...
... thought about me , and so I grew . But how did you come to us , you dear ? God thought about you , and so I am here . George Macdonald [ 1824-1905 ] STRANGE LANDS WHERE do you come from , Mr. Jay ? " From the land of Play , from the ...
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Alfred Tennyson angels babe Baby Bell bairn beauty Bell Ben Bolt bird bless blue Blynken breast bright Charlie's sake child Cock Robin cold cried dark dear door doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fear feet flower George Gordon Byron girl glad gray green hair hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath head hear heard heart heaven James Russell Lowell kiss lambs laugh light live look Lord lullaby maid merry moon morning mother Nathaniel Parker Willis never night o'er play poems poor pray pretty Raggedy Robert Louis Stevenson Robin rose round shining sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars tears tell thee things Thomas Hood thought tree Walter Savage Landor weary weep William William Blake William Wordsworth wind wings wonder young youth
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Seite 206 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 369 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 357 - 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 439 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 319 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 304 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 79 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Seite 218 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Seite 425 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Seite 217 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.