Women's Voices: An Anthology of the Most Characteristic Poems by English, Scotch, and Irish WomenW. Scott, 1887 - 419 páginas |
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... hair ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Life HANNAH MORE- The Inflexible Captive SUSANNA BLAMIRE- And ye sall walk in silk attire What ails this heart o ' mine ? ANNA SEWARD- An Evening in November Rich Auld Willie's Farewell PAGE 18 22 24 24 25 27 ...
... hair ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Life HANNAH MORE- The Inflexible Captive SUSANNA BLAMIRE- And ye sall walk in silk attire What ails this heart o ' mine ? ANNA SEWARD- An Evening in November Rich Auld Willie's Farewell PAGE 18 22 24 24 25 27 ...
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... hair with fishes ' bone ; The whilst Apollo with his beams Doth dry my hair from soaking streams , His light doth glaze the water's face , And make the sea my looking - glass . So when I swim on waters high I see myself as I glide by ...
... hair with fishes ' bone ; The whilst Apollo with his beams Doth dry my hair from soaking streams , His light doth glaze the water's face , And make the sea my looking - glass . So when I swim on waters high I see myself as I glide by ...
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... dearie . " " While water wimples to the sea , While day blinks in the lift sae hie , Till clay - cauld death shall blin ' my e'e , Ye shall be my dearie . " 1 Go . MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR . My mother ISABEL PAGAN . 23.
... dearie . " " While water wimples to the sea , While day blinks in the lift sae hie , Till clay - cauld death shall blin ' my e'e , Ye shall be my dearie . " 1 Go . MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR . My mother ISABEL PAGAN . 23.
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... HAIR . My mother bids me bind my hair With bands of rosy hue , Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare , And lace my bodice blue . " For why , " she cries , " sit still and weep , While others dance and play ? " Alas ! I scarce can go or ...
... HAIR . My mother bids me bind my hair With bands of rosy hue , Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare , And lace my bodice blue . " For why , " she cries , " sit still and weep , While others dance and play ? " Alas ! I scarce can go or ...
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... hair it is snooded1 sae sleek , And faithfu ' and kind is her Johnny , Yet fast fa ' the tears on her cheek . New pearlins2 are cause of her sorrow New pearlins and plenishing too ; The bride that has a ' to borrow , Has e'en right ...
... hair it is snooded1 sae sleek , And faithfu ' and kind is her Johnny , Yet fast fa ' the tears on her cheek . New pearlins2 are cause of her sorrow New pearlins and plenishing too ; The bride that has a ' to borrow , Has e'en right ...
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Women's Voices: An Anthology of the Most Characteristic Poems by English ... Elizabeth Amelia Sharp Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALISON COCKBURN Ardbeg auld BARONESS NAIRNE beneath blossom blue bonnie breast breath bride bright brow cold corncrake cried dark dear death deep dream earth evermore eyes face fair fear feet Fionnula flowers frae gold grave grey hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope KATHERINE PHILIPS kiss Klydone light lips little birds sang live lonely look Lord Lysis maun mother Mount marvellous mournfully ne'er never night o'er Olymn pain pale Pan is dead Poems prayer purple Quair rest rose Rothesay Bay round shore sigh silent silent Pool sing skies smile Softly sleep song soul sound spirit Spring star strive strong sweet tears thee thine things thou Toll slowly trees Twas Twill Ulula voice Water-Sprite waves of Moyle weary weep wild wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 176 - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee. Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...
Página 79 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
Página 161 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Página 171 - THE OLD STOIC. RICHES I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn ; And lust of fame was but a dream, That vanished with the morn : And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, " Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty...
Página 107 - I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair! And often in those grand old woods I'll sit, and shut my eyes. And my heart will travel back again To the place where Mary lies; And I'll think...
Página 178 - Life, that in me hast rest, As I Undying Life, have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain, Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thy infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality.
Página 19 - I'll quit my prey, And grant a kind reprieve ; In hopes you'll have no more to say ; But, when I call again this way, Well pleased the world will leave.
Página 196 - O May I Join The Choir Invisible! O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...
Página 210 - MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit } My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Página 172 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.