English Verse, Band 2William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... ( JOHNSON ) CORY : Mimnermus in Church .... 245 A French Sailor's Scottish Sweetheart .. 246 SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL : A Sleep Song How's my Boy ? .. 246 48 ... HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL : The Burial of the Dane Qu'il xl CONTENTS .
... ( JOHNSON ) CORY : Mimnermus in Church .... 245 A French Sailor's Scottish Sweetheart .. 246 SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL : A Sleep Song How's my Boy ? .. 246 48 ... HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL : The Burial of the Dane Qu'il xl CONTENTS .
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... Sleep - Song MORTIMER COLLINS : Snow and Sun ..... WILLIAM ALLINGHAM : The Touchstone ... ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY : Violet ... Mary Anerley PAGE • 249 251 251 252 ... 252 253 255 256 257 259 259 260 261 262 263 201 265 267 DANTE GABRIEL ...
... Sleep - Song MORTIMER COLLINS : Snow and Sun ..... WILLIAM ALLINGHAM : The Touchstone ... ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY : Violet ... Mary Anerley PAGE • 249 251 251 252 ... 252 253 255 256 257 259 259 260 261 262 263 201 265 267 DANTE GABRIEL ...
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... sleeps on , As fitly spring from turf the mourner weeps on , And without wrong are cropp'd the marble tomb to strew . The Charm is over ! the mute Phantoms gone , Nor will return ! But droop not , favour'd Youth ! The apparition that ...
... sleeps on , As fitly spring from turf the mourner weeps on , And without wrong are cropp'd the marble tomb to strew . The Charm is over ! the mute Phantoms gone , Nor will return ! But droop not , favour'd Youth ! The apparition that ...
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... sleeping flowers , - For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn : So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less ...
... sleeping flowers , - For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn : So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less ...
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... Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven , that seem'd to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone : A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . GENEVIEVE . All thoughts , all ...
... Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven , that seem'd to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone : A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . GENEVIEVE . All thoughts , all ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek cloud 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 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 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 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
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 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Seite 84 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!