Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous Illustrations from Original Designs, 3±ÇC. Scribner, 1872 - 160ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... fond vision , My heart's dear pain : My hopes , and thy derision , Florence Vane ! The ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in ...
... fond vision , My heart's dear pain : My hopes , and thy derision , Florence Vane ! The ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in ...
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... fond my hope , vision , My heart's dear pain , and thy dérision Florence vune . The ruin love and hourg , The ruin old , where thou didst hashe at even toed , my story . That spot - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - in I Treasure in ...
... fond my hope , vision , My heart's dear pain , and thy dérision Florence vune . The ruin love and hourg , The ruin old , where thou didst hashe at even toed , my story . That spot - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - in I Treasure in ...
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... Fond wretch as if her step disturbed the dead Away ! we know that tears are vain , That Death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain , Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou , who tell'st me to forget ...
... Fond wretch as if her step disturbed the dead Away ! we know that tears are vain , That Death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain , Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou , who tell'st me to forget ...
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... fond for thee , As when , beneath Arbigland tree , We stayed and wooed , and thought the moon Set on the sea an hour too soon ; Or lingered ' mid the falling dew , When looks were fond and words were few . Though I see smiling at thy ...
... fond for thee , As when , beneath Arbigland tree , We stayed and wooed , and thought the moon Set on the sea an hour too soon ; Or lingered ' mid the falling dew , When looks were fond and words were few . Though I see smiling at thy ...
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... shine in thine eye , And proud resolve and purpose meek Speak of thee more than words can speak . I think this wedded wife of mine , The best of all that's not divine . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . FAREWELL TO NANCY . AE fond kiss - and then 27.
... shine in thine eye , And proud resolve and purpose meek Speak of thee more than words can speak . I think this wedded wife of mine , The best of all that's not divine . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . FAREWELL TO NANCY . AE fond kiss - and then 27.
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ABOU BEN ADHEM ALFRED TENNYSON All's ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angel Annabel Lee babe Balow beautiful Beware birds Bobbett bosom bower breast bright brow child cold dear death DOLLY SULLIVAN doth Douglas DWALL IN HEAVEN eyes face fair fear Florence Vane flowers fond friends GANE TO DWALL gentle grace grave grief grieves hair HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW How's my boy JENNY KISSED kiss knew lassie LEIGH HUNT light lips look love thee loved you better lover LUDWIG UHLAND luve ly stil maid maiden maun Miss Hallock Miss Ledyard moon naught ne'er never night o'er pale Perilla PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE rest river round shine sigh sing sleep smile soul stars stept stil and sleipe Sweet hope SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee weipe There's thik thine thing in mortal thought Tommy's dead Twas weepen liady wind words
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34 ÆäÀÌÁö - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - There came, and looked him in the face, An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a fiend, This miserable Knight!
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep. As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And. with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea...
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.