The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1882 - 862 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 72
Seite viii
... Hour , The . Choosing a Name . Longfellow . 144 My Child . Pierpont . 157 M. Lamb .. 114 On a Distant Prospect of Eton .. T. Gray 137 Christening , The .. Cradle Song , A. Cuddle Doon ... Dande Dead Doll , The . Fairy Child , The .. For ...
... Hour , The . Choosing a Name . Longfellow . 144 My Child . Pierpont . 157 M. Lamb .. 114 On a Distant Prospect of Eton .. T. Gray 137 Christening , The .. Cradle Song , A. Cuddle Doon ... Dande Dead Doll , The . Fairy Child , The .. For ...
Seite 14
... hour Under a green willow , That defends us from a shower , Making earth our pillow ; Where we may Think and pray , Before death Stops our breath ; Other joys Are but toys , And to be lamented . JOHN CHALKHILL . berses in Praise of ...
... hour Under a green willow , That defends us from a shower , Making earth our pillow ; Where we may Think and pray , Before death Stops our breath ; Other joys Are but toys , And to be lamented . JOHN CHALKHILL . berses in Praise of ...
Seite 28
... Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present ... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem ...
... Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present ... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem ...
Seite 30
... hours do ; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain , Or as the pearls of morning dew , Ne'er to be found again ... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? " Tis pity Nature brought ye forth , Merely to show your worth ...
... hours do ; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain , Or as the pearls of morning dew , Ne'er to be found again ... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? " Tis pity Nature brought ye forth , Merely to show your worth ...
Seite 33
... hour . Scorned bramble of the brake , once more Thou bidd'st me be a boy , To gad with thee the woodlands o'er , In freedom and in joy . The Brier . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . My brier that smelledst sweet , When gentle Spring's first heat Ran ...
... hour . Scorned bramble of the brake , once more Thou bidd'st me be a boy , To gad with thee the woodlands o'er , In freedom and in joy . The Brier . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . My brier that smelledst sweet , When gentle Spring's first heat Ran ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird blessed bonnie breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae glory golden grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill king kiss lady land light lips live look Lord milldams moon morning ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young Beichan youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 665 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 779 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 417 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 114 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Seite 742 - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Seite 614 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 30 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but...
Seite 666 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
Seite 785 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, 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; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic...
Seite 676 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!