Gems of Thought, and Flowers of FancyRichard Wright Procter Partridge, 1855 - 428 Seiten |
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... the dreams of old . Where are the fairy legions That peopled vale and grove , And overspread earth's regions With strange ethereal love ? The flowers their essence haunted Are blooming gaily still , AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 35.
... the dreams of old . Where are the fairy legions That peopled vale and grove , And overspread earth's regions With strange ethereal love ? The flowers their essence haunted Are blooming gaily still , AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 35.
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... vale of tears ! To realms of everlasting light , Through Time's dark wilderness of years , Pursue thy flight . " There is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found : And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ...
... vale of tears ! To realms of everlasting light , Through Time's dark wilderness of years , Pursue thy flight . " There is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found : And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ...
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... pain'd To think , when gazing on that vale , One angel more to Heaven is gain'd , But one is lost to Malhamdale ! I may not tell what dreams were mine- Dreams , 2 G AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 93 The Flower of Malhamdale Robert Story.
... pain'd To think , when gazing on that vale , One angel more to Heaven is gain'd , But one is lost to Malhamdale ! I may not tell what dreams were mine- Dreams , 2 G AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 93 The Flower of Malhamdale Robert Story.
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... vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No Winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make ...
... vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No Winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make ...
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... vale , and he met her in grove , — At midnight he roam'd by her dwelling ; But he said not a word of the truth of his love , For his cheek the sad story was telling ' He found her one eve by the rock in the glen , Where she once vow'd ...
... vale , and he met her in grove , — At midnight he roam'd by her dwelling ; But he said not a word of the truth of his love , For his cheek the sad story was telling ' He found her one eve by the rock in the glen , Where she once vow'd ...
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Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy (Classic Reprint) Richard Wright Procter Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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beautiful beneath bird bless bloom blue BORN bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm chamber door cheek cheer child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep DIED dreams e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT EMILY BRONTE eyes fair fled flowers fond gaze gentle glide glory grave green Grongar Hill hast hath heard heart heaven hills hope JOHN SCHOLES JOSEPH AUGUSTINE WADE life's light live lonely look'd lyre maiden Malhamdale morning mortal mother MUSE Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd PHILIP JAMES BAILEY POEMS press'd Quoth the Raven Raven ROBERT TANNAHILL rose tree round seem'd shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS GASPEY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought toil twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild WILLIAM PAYNTER wind wing young youth
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Seite 113 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Seite 230 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Seite 362 - ABOU 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 all of sweet accord, Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 96 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Seite 366 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Seite 96 - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore.
Seite 93 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 5 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Seite 193 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Seite 388 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.