Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1885 - 384 Seiten |
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... Mother Heart of Sorrows Irish Emigrant , The John Burns of Gettysburgh Long Life Lost Day , A Youth's Companion 337 Wordsworth 66 210 212 Alfred Tennyson 60 Longfellow 78 J. R. Lowell 50 Thos . Moore Coates · 75 - 247 343 D. R. Locke ...
... Mother Heart of Sorrows Irish Emigrant , The John Burns of Gettysburgh Long Life Lost Day , A Youth's Companion 337 Wordsworth 66 210 212 Alfred Tennyson 60 Longfellow 78 J. R. Lowell 50 Thos . Moore Coates · 75 - 247 343 D. R. Locke ...
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... Mother No Sects in Heaven Night Old Clock , The Ode to the Memory of Mrs. Killigrew Orphans , The Old Arm - Chair Old Man's Dream , The Old Man Meditates , The Only a Letter Old Home , The Order for a Picture Old Times and New Mrs ...
... Mother No Sects in Heaven Night Old Clock , The Ode to the Memory of Mrs. Killigrew Orphans , The Old Arm - Chair Old Man's Dream , The Old Man Meditates , The Only a Letter Old Home , The Order for a Picture Old Times and New Mrs ...
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... Mother's Grave Ring Out , Wild Bells River and the Tide , The Raphael's Account of the Creation Rhyme of the Rail - She is Far from the Land Silent Melody Selling the Farm Somebody's Mother Sabbath , The Song of the Shirt Struggle ...
... Mother's Grave Ring Out , Wild Bells River and the Tide , The Raphael's Account of the Creation Rhyme of the Rail - She is Far from the Land Silent Melody Selling the Farm Somebody's Mother Sabbath , The Song of the Shirt Struggle ...
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... Mother When We Two Parted Why the Dog's Nose is Always Cold Winter Walk at Noon Water - Mill , The Your Mission · J. T. Trowbridge 197 W. M. L. Fay 221 361 Mary Brind - 325 Lord Byron 191 339 Couper 299 63 216 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES ...
... Mother When We Two Parted Why the Dog's Nose is Always Cold Winter Walk at Noon Water - Mill , The Your Mission · J. T. Trowbridge 197 W. M. L. Fay 221 361 Mary Brind - 325 Lord Byron 191 339 Couper 299 63 216 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES ...
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... mother smiling at its half - formed word ; The boy uncaged , who tracks the fields at large ; The girl turned matron to her babe - like charge ; The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land ...
... mother smiling at its half - formed word ; The boy uncaged , who tracks the fields at large ; The girl turned matron to her babe - like charge ; The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land ...
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Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of Poets (Classic Reprint) Frank Mcalpine Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bell bird blessed born breast breath bright child cloud Dacotahs dark dead dear death died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH ADDISON JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water leave life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sang shadow shine silent sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell tender thee There's thou thought toil Twas voice weary whispered wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder Work-work-work young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 99 - ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.
Seite 257 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Seite 104 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Seite 201 - THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Seite 251 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Seite 141 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Seite 100 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Seite 60 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 46 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Seite 45 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.