Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin1866 Contains poems by Browning, Wordsworth, Keble, Kingsley, Longfellow, Milton and many others, as well as selections from some of Shakespeare's plays. |
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... breathe some softened strain Whose numbers , stealing through thy darkening vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return . For when thy folding - star * arising shows His paly circlet ...
... breathe some softened strain Whose numbers , stealing through thy darkening vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return . For when thy folding - star * arising shows His paly circlet ...
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... breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light ; While sallow Autumn fills ... breath ; All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing ...
... breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light ; While sallow Autumn fills ... breath ; All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing ...
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... breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet— With the sky above my head , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal ! ' Oh ...
... breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet— With the sky above my head , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal ! ' Oh ...
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... breath of heaven has blown his spirit out And strewed repentant ashes on his head . Hub . But with my breath I can revive it , boy . Arth . An if you do , you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings , Hubert : Nay ...
... breath of heaven has blown his spirit out And strewed repentant ashes on his head . Hub . But with my breath I can revive it , boy . Arth . An if you do , you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings , Hubert : Nay ...
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... breath , Hostility and civil tumult reigns Between my conscience and my cousin's death . Hub . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive this hand of mine Is yet a maiden ...
... breath , Hostility and civil tumult reigns Between my conscience and my cousin's death . Hub . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive this hand of mine Is yet a maiden ...
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Spring-Time with the Poets, Poetry Selected and Arranged by F. Martin Frances Martin Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. H. Clough ANNABEL LEE Arth bells blessed blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar Cassius cloud cried crown dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream Duke earth Erin go bragh eyes fair father fear flowers Gaunt gentle give glory grace grave green grief guilders hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hill honour hope hour JULIUS CÆSAR king Lady land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas Macb MACBETH Macd morn mountains never night noble Northumberland o'er peace poor praise pray Queen Rich round SCENE Shakespeare silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star sweet tears tell thane thee thine things thou art thought voice vrom W. E. Aytoun waves weary weep wild winds Yankee doodle dandy young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 228 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Seite 188 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made 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.
Seite 183 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Seite 126 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Seite 34 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 298 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 344 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 422 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of...
Seite 191 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 144 - Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! . The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.