Popular Poetic Pearls: And Biographies of PoetsElliott & Beezley, 1885 - 384 páginas |
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... Geo . D. Prentice 377 Alfred Tennyson 62 66 · 348 · 173 76 163 290 260 James Grahame · 295 Thos . Hood · 140 · 246 298 107 205 · 283 77 251 265 288 · 310 C. P. Cranch - 327 116 -262 159 44 Victoria's Tears Mrs. Browning · 189 8 CONTENTS .
... Geo . D. Prentice 377 Alfred Tennyson 62 66 · 348 · 173 76 163 290 260 James Grahame · 295 Thos . Hood · 140 · 246 298 107 205 · 283 77 251 265 288 · 310 C. P. Cranch - 327 116 -262 159 44 Victoria's Tears Mrs. Browning · 189 8 CONTENTS .
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... tears from the eyelids start ; - Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still heard in soul the music Of wonderful melodies . Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care , And come like the ...
... tears from the eyelids start ; - Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still heard in soul the music Of wonderful melodies . Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care , And come like the ...
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... tears , I know not what they mean ; Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes , In looking on the happy autumn fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam ...
... tears , I know not what they mean ; Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes , In looking on the happy autumn fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam ...
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... tears of his country be dried , Nor long will his love stay behind him . Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own ...
... tears of his country be dried , Nor long will his love stay behind him . Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own ...
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... tear , 66 ' Tis solemner not to . Yes , my dear . " W Footsteps of Angels . HEN the hours of day are numbered , And the voices of the night Wake the better soul that slumbered , In a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are ...
... tear , 66 ' Tis solemner not to . Yes , my dear . " W Footsteps of Angels . HEN the hours of day are numbered , And the voices of the night Wake the better soul that slumbered , In a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bell bird blessed born breast breath bright child cloud Dacotahs dark dead dear death died dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fame father feet friends gentle golden grave gray hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hiawatha hill hope JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH ADDISON JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss labor Laughing Water leave life's light lips literary little Meg living look maiden Minnehaha mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once peace Phoebe Cary poems poet poor rest Ring round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sang shadow shine silent sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell tender thee There's thou thought toil Twas voice weary whispered wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder Work-work-work young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 99 - ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.
Página 257 - 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...
Página 104 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 201 - THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 251 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 141 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 100 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,
Página 60 - ... 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 46 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Página 45 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.