Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - Počet stran: 220 |
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Strana 8
... fall , O gentle Rain ! Awake the music of the bowers , Unfold the beauty of the flowers ; - The corn - fields long to hear thy voice , And woods and orchards will rejoice To see thee , gentle Rain ! It comes ! The gushing wealth ...
... fall , O gentle Rain ! Awake the music of the bowers , Unfold the beauty of the flowers ; - The corn - fields long to hear thy voice , And woods and orchards will rejoice To see thee , gentle Rain ! It comes ! The gushing wealth ...
Strana 10
... falling leaves I saw with eager hope the pleasant sign Of coming Christmas ; when at morn I took My wooden calendar , and , counting up Once more its often - told account , smooth'd off Each day with more delight the daily notch . To ...
... falling leaves I saw with eager hope the pleasant sign Of coming Christmas ; when at morn I took My wooden calendar , and , counting up Once more its often - told account , smooth'd off Each day with more delight the daily notch . To ...
Strana 28
... fall of eve , When in the glowing west The sun hath sunk to rest , Yet shining footprints on the air doth leave ; While through the deep'ning twilight , soft and slow , The fragrant evening breezes come and go ! How beautiful , when ...
... fall of eve , When in the glowing west The sun hath sunk to rest , Yet shining footprints on the air doth leave ; While through the deep'ning twilight , soft and slow , The fragrant evening breezes come and go ! How beautiful , when ...
Strana 30
... falling dews . Look for the stars , you'll say that there are none ; Look up a second time , and , one by one , You mark them twinkling out with silvery light , And wonder how they could elude the sight ; The birds , of late so noisy in ...
... falling dews . Look for the stars , you'll say that there are none ; Look up a second time , and , one by one , You mark them twinkling out with silvery light , And wonder how they could elude the sight ; The birds , of late so noisy in ...
Strana 31
... - Till over fading lawn and mead Their silver net the dews have spread ; And the pale glow - worm shows her light , To guide me home at fall of night . - Caswall . NIGHT . As when the moon , refulgent lamp of BOOK I. ] 31 THE SEASONS , ETC.
... - Till over fading lawn and mead Their silver net the dews have spread ; And the pale glow - worm shows her light , To guide me home at fall of night . - Caswall . NIGHT . As when the moon , refulgent lamp of BOOK I. ] 31 THE SEASONS , ETC.
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Amid Barry Cornwall Bay of Biscay beauty bells bird bless bloom blow bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow busy bee cheerful clouds cold cottage creeping everywhere dark dear deep delight dost doth dreary dwell earth Eliza Cook Erin go bragh eyes fair fairy flowers gale gentle glow golden grave green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour icicles icy tower land laugh lay a-thinking leaves light little tree lonely Longfellow loud lullaby Mary Howitt merrily merry morn mountain never night o'er peace poor rain reapers rest roar rocks round sail shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound Southey Spring star storm stream summer sunset tree thee thou toil vale village weaver voice warm wave wayward wind weary whistling wild wind wing WINTER woods
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Strana 182 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Strana 182 - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
Strana 61 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Strana 72 - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands...
Strana 85 - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Strana 181 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Strana 106 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
Strana 135 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Strana 107 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Strana 181 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...