Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumen51858 |
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Página 69
... dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and all BEAUTIFUL ...
... dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and all BEAUTIFUL ...
Página 70
... dear , die ; ' Tis deeper , sweeter , Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming With folded eye ; And then alone , amid the beaming Of love's stars , thou'lt meet her In eastern sky . ARMINIUS . A spirited version of a dramatic scene in the ...
... dear , die ; ' Tis deeper , sweeter , Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming With folded eye ; And then alone , amid the beaming Of love's stars , thou'lt meet her In eastern sky . ARMINIUS . A spirited version of a dramatic scene in the ...
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... dear Lord , approve ? " say , Beside him at the marriage feast shall be , To make the scene more fair ; Beside him in the dark Gethsemane Of pain and midnight prayer . O holy trust ! O endless sense of rest ! Like the beloved John , To ...
... dear Lord , approve ? " say , Beside him at the marriage feast shall be , To make the scene more fair ; Beside him in the dark Gethsemane Of pain and midnight prayer . O holy trust ! O endless sense of rest ! Like the beloved John , To ...
Página 80
... Dear strains of faded years , Then changeful song - bursts , symbolling Long buried hopes and fears- Methought she smiled - ' twas gloomy joy ; But I could not see for tears . She ceased the founts of weeping fill'd At the harp's ...
... Dear strains of faded years , Then changeful song - bursts , symbolling Long buried hopes and fears- Methought she smiled - ' twas gloomy joy ; But I could not see for tears . She ceased the founts of weeping fill'd At the harp's ...
Página 83
... Change before me suddenly- As Ulysses ' old libation Drew the ghosts from every part , So your Cyprian wine , dear Grecian , Stirs the Hades of my heart . And I think of those long mornings Which my thought BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 83.
... Change before me suddenly- As Ulysses ' old libation Drew the ghosts from every part , So your Cyprian wine , dear Grecian , Stirs the Hades of my heart . And I think of those long mornings Which my thought BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 83.
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath bird bless blue breast breath bright brow Brown child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss land leaves lies light lips live look moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass past poem poor rest rise rose round scene shade shadow shine side sight silent sing sits sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees voice wander waters wave weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Página 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Página 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Página 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. 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.
Página 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Página 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Página 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Página 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Página 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.