The Lovers' Treasury of VerseL.C. Page & Company, 1891 - 183 páginas |
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... sound . Our gratitude is due , and is hereby expressed , for the kindness of many authors and publishers in allowing us the use of their poems and their pub- lications : to Charles Scribner's Sons for the poems of Eugene Field and Mrs ...
... sound . Our gratitude is due , and is hereby expressed , for the kindness of many authors and publishers in allowing us the use of their poems and their pub- lications : to Charles Scribner's Sons for the poems of Eugene Field and Mrs ...
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... sounds With thy sweet fingers , when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds , Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand , Whilst my poor lips , which should that harvest reap , At ...
... sounds With thy sweet fingers , when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds , Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand , Whilst my poor lips , which should that harvest reap , At ...
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... sound and flash ? And did you see me waiting there , Just waiting there and watching there , — One little lass , amid the mass That pressed to see the hero pass ? And did you see him smiling down , And smiling down , as riding down With ...
... sound and flash ? And did you see me waiting there , Just waiting there and watching there , — One little lass , amid the mass That pressed to see the hero pass ? And did you see him smiling down , And smiling down , as riding down With ...
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... sound I heard . I sat beneath the elm - tree : I watched the long , long shade , And , as it grew still longer , I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall , I listened for a word - But the beating of my own heart Was all the ...
... sound I heard . I sat beneath the elm - tree : I watched the long , long shade , And , as it grew still longer , I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall , I listened for a word - But the beating of my own heart Was all the ...
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... sound , lest it seem to call anew . Do not show living water to one who cannot drink ; The writing of a friend is a likeness passing true . Do not write . Do not write those sweet words , for I may not read them now ; They would flood ...
... sound , lest it seem to call anew . Do not show living water to one who cannot drink ; The writing of a friend is a likeness passing true . Do not write . Do not write those sweet words , for I may not read them now ; They would flood ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angel Ann hath Ann Hathaway arms baby beating birds bliss blossom blue blushed breath brow CHADWICK cheek child coming COVENTRY PATMORE dare dark darling dear dream earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EMILY DICKINSON eyes face fair fate fear feet fingers flower gate gaze girl glad golden grace hair hand happy havin head hear heart heaven hour JAMES FREEMAN Clarke JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss laughing light lips look love thee love's morn name I keep never night o'er opinyin uv pain pass praise RICHARD WATSON GILDER ring ROBERT BROWNING rose round shining sighs silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul star summer sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought watch WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY WILLIAM SHAKSPERE WILLIAM WETMORE STORY wind words
Pasajes populares
Página 141 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 105 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field ; Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Página 30 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 13 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 84 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Página 12 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Página 87 - But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Página 104 - God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
Página 143 - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...
Página 17 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...