Crown Jewels: Or Gems of Literature, Art and Music ; Being Choice Selections from the Writings and Musical Productions of the Most Celebrated Authors, from the Earliest Times ... Including a Biography of the AuthorsHenry Davenport Northrop J.S. Round, 1888 - 632 Seiten |
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... sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech - tree . And " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaimed , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , Who would blush when I praised her , and weep if I blamed , How blest ...
... sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech - tree . And " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaimed , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , Who would blush when I praised her , and weep if I blamed , How blest ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... sound- He spake not , he moved not , he look'd not around- But earnestly gazed on the bride . His vizor was closed , and gigantic his height , His armor was sabie to view ; All pleasure and laughter were hush'd at his sight ; The dogs ...
... sound- He spake not , he moved not , he look'd not around- But earnestly gazed on the bride . His vizor was closed , and gigantic his height , His armor was sabie to view ; All pleasure and laughter were hush'd at his sight ; The dogs ...
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... sound . Then suddenly was heard the noise of steed and wheels approach , And , rolling through a cloud of dust , appeared a stately coach , On , past the guards , and through the field , its rapid course was bent , Till , halting ...
... sound . Then suddenly was heard the noise of steed and wheels approach , And , rolling through a cloud of dust , appeared a stately coach , On , past the guards , and through the field , its rapid course was bent , Till , halting ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Alma River Anne Hathaway auld lang syne beauty Ben Bolt beneath billows bird blessed blow bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheer clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fear FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers gazed gentle golden grave gray green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour king kiss land light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON loud maiden moon morning ne'er never night o'er ocean roar Robin Adair rose round sail shade shine ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spring stars stood storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas voice waves wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Seite 153 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Seite 79 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 124 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 254 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 362 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with...
Seite 255 - 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; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame ; Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled...
Seite 249 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea. With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. While God is marching on.
Seite 44 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar...
Seite 372 - Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes : Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee : In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Seite 256 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. » In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ; Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act...