Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - 220페이지 |
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... breath exhale it to the skies . For thee the bud Its fragile form unfolds ; And opening film by film , Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze . The lamb for thee , Thrilling with young delight , Skips through the fleecy fold On ...
... breath exhale it to the skies . For thee the bud Its fragile form unfolds ; And opening film by film , Spreads to the tempting air its leaf of gauze . The lamb for thee , Thrilling with young delight , Skips through the fleecy fold On ...
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... Breathing thy odorous sweets , With robe of violet and lily crown . Once more appear , Enchantress of the world ! Who with sweet syren voice Lullest the harsh notes of the wintry gale . So at thy call All nature shall revive , And ...
... Breathing thy odorous sweets , With robe of violet and lily crown . Once more appear , Enchantress of the world ! Who with sweet syren voice Lullest the harsh notes of the wintry gale . So at thy call All nature shall revive , And ...
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... breathing now Its mellow richness on the cluster'd trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillar'd clouds . Morn , on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
... breathing now Its mellow richness on the cluster'd trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillar'd clouds . Morn , on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
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... breath Rides purging the vapours of pestilent death ; I love him , I say , and avow it again , For God's wisdom and might show well in his train . But the naked - the poor ! -I know they quail With crouching limbs from the biting gale ...
... breath Rides purging the vapours of pestilent death ; I love him , I say , and avow it again , For God's wisdom and might show well in his train . But the naked - the poor ! -I know they quail With crouching limbs from the biting gale ...
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... breath Rides purging the vapours of pestilent death ; I love him , I say , and avow it again , For God's wisdom and might show well in his train . But the naked - the poor ! -I know they quail With crouching limbs from the biting gale ...
... breath Rides purging the vapours of pestilent death ; I love him , I say , and avow it again , For God's wisdom and might show well in his train . But the naked - the poor ! -I know they quail With crouching limbs from the biting gale ...
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Amid Barry Cornwall Bay of Biscay beauty bells bird bless bloom blow bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow busy bee cheerful clouds cold cottage creeping everywhere dark dear deep delight dost doth dreary dwell earth Eliza Cook Erin go bragh eyes fair fairy flowers gale gentle glow golden grave green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour icicles icy tower land laugh lay a-thinking leaves light little tree lonely Longfellow loud lullaby Mary Howitt merrily merry morn mountain never night o'er peace poor rain reapers rest roar rocks round sail shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound Southey Spring star storm stream summer sunset tree thee thou toil vale village weaver voice warm wave wayward wind weary whistling wild wind wing WINTER woods
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182 페이지 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
182 페이지 - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
61 페이지 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
72 페이지 - O 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...
85 페이지 - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
181 페이지 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
106 페이지 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
135 페이지 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
107 페이지 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
181 페이지 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...