Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 Seiten |
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... heaven be upon thee ! So thinks the parish priest , as he joins together the hands of bride and bride- groom , saying in deep , solemn tones , " I give thee in marriage this damsel , to be thy wedded wife in all honor , and to share the ...
... heaven be upon thee ! So thinks the parish priest , as he joins together the hands of bride and bride- groom , saying in deep , solemn tones , " I give thee in marriage this damsel , to be thy wedded wife in all honor , and to share the ...
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... heavens . a blush on the cheek of night . There is The colors come and go ; and change from crimson to gold , from gold to crimson . The snow is stained with rosy light . Twofold from the zenith , east and west , flames a fiery sword ...
... heavens . a blush on the cheek of night . There is The colors come and go ; and change from crimson to gold , from gold to crimson . The snow is stained with rosy light . Twofold from the zenith , east and west , flames a fiery sword ...
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... heavens , in a sonorous voice he chaunts , - " Ho ! watchman , ho ! Twelve is the clock ! God keep our town From fire and brand And hostile hand ! Twelve is the clock ! " From his swallow's nest in the belfry he can see the sun all ...
... heavens , in a sonorous voice he chaunts , - " Ho ! watchman , ho ! Twelve is the clock ! God keep our town From fire and brand And hostile hand ! Twelve is the clock ! " From his swallow's nest in the belfry he can see the sun all ...
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... heaven down ; " Art thou Christ of Heaven , " quoth he , " So will I yield me unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , Three modest Maidens have me bedight . " " Art thou a ...
... heaven down ; " Art thou Christ of Heaven , " quoth he , " So will I yield me unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , Three modest Maidens have me bedight . " " Art thou a ...
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... in the morning's sheen . On the spire of the belfry , Tipped with a vane of metal , the friendly flames of the Spring - sun Glanced like the tongues of fire , beheld by Apos- tles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , 59.
... in the morning's sheen . On the spire of the belfry , Tipped with a vane of metal , the friendly flames of the Spring - sun Glanced like the tongues of fire , beheld by Apos- tles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , 59.
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angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Seite 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Seite 112 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering 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.
Seite 131 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Seite 127 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Seite 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Seite 45 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Seite 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Seite 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Seite 47 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Seite 132 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.