Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... bright , eager - eyed lads , George Gordon Byron , who was twelve , Percy Bysshe Shelley , the son of a country baronet , who was eight , and John Keats , the son of the head servant of a livery - stable keeper , who was five . Tracing ...
... bright , eager - eyed lads , George Gordon Byron , who was twelve , Percy Bysshe Shelley , the son of a country baronet , who was eight , and John Keats , the son of the head servant of a livery - stable keeper , who was five . Tracing ...
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... well !. Peace be around Thee ! Bring the bright Garlands ! Battle Song .. After Defeat . HORACE SMITH : Hymn of the Flowers 51 52 52 53 54 55 EBENEZER ELLIOTT : Flowers for the Heart ...... The Bramble xxxii CONTENTS .
... well !. Peace be around Thee ! Bring the bright Garlands ! Battle Song .. After Defeat . HORACE SMITH : Hymn of the Flowers 51 52 52 53 54 55 EBENEZER ELLIOTT : Flowers for the Heart ...... The Bramble xxxii CONTENTS .
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... bright In memory , through silent night . The pipe of Pan to shepherds Couch'd in the shadow of Mænalian pines Was passing sweet ; the eyeballs of the leopards That in high triumph drew the Lord of Vines , How did they sparkle to the ...
... bright In memory , through silent night . The pipe of Pan to shepherds Couch'd in the shadow of Mænalian pines Was passing sweet ; the eyeballs of the leopards That in high triumph drew the Lord of Vines , How did they sparkle to the ...
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... bright , And happy will our nature be , When love is an unerring light , And joy its own security : And they a blissful course may hold who , not unwisely bold , Even now , Live in the spirit of this creed , Yet find that other strength ...
... bright , And happy will our nature be , When love is an unerring light , And joy its own security : And they a blissful course may hold who , not unwisely bold , Even now , Live in the spirit of this creed , Yet find that other strength ...
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... bright Beings , one by one ! And what was boldly promised truly shall be done . Fear not a constraining measure ! -Yielding to this gentle spell , Lucida ! from domes of pleasure , Or from cottage - sprinkled dell , Come to regions ...
... bright Beings , one by one ! And what was boldly promised truly shall be done . Fear not a constraining measure ! -Yielding to this gentle spell , Lucida ! from domes of pleasure , Or from cottage - sprinkled dell , Come to regions ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers frae GEORGE GORDON BYRON glory golden gone grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pale pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind wine wings young
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Seite 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Seite 170 - 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, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Seite 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Seite 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Seite 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Seite 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Seite 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Seite 100 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Seite 77 - Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?