Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - Počet stran: 220 |
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... birds that are changing feather . ut the storm retires , and the sky grows clear , When thy merry step draws near . Longfellow . While near at hand , From hedgerows faintly green , B 2 THE SEASONS -MORNING, EVENING, ETC.
... birds that are changing feather . ut the storm retires , and the sky grows clear , When thy merry step draws near . Longfellow . While near at hand , From hedgerows faintly green , B 2 THE SEASONS -MORNING, EVENING, ETC.
Strana 2
Popular poetry. While near at hand , From hedgerows faintly green , To frequent bleatings shrill The newly - mating birds in songs reply . Then from afar Once more appear , O Spring , Breathing thy odorous sweets , With robe of violet ...
Popular poetry. While near at hand , From hedgerows faintly green , To frequent bleatings shrill The newly - mating birds in songs reply . Then from afar Once more appear , O Spring , Breathing thy odorous sweets , With robe of violet ...
Strana 4
... hands by deeds unblest defiled , In vain the whiteness of thy thorn ; Proud souls , where lurks no more the child , For them thy violet is unborn . For breasts that know nor joy nor hope , Thy songstress sings an idle strain ; Thy ...
... hands by deeds unblest defiled , In vain the whiteness of thy thorn ; Proud souls , where lurks no more the child , For them thy violet is unborn . For breasts that know nor joy nor hope , Thy songstress sings an idle strain ; Thy ...
Strana 12
... hand , That scatters blessings o'er the land ; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song , the hymn of praise ! The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured with his gentle showers , And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their ...
... hand , That scatters blessings o'er the land ; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song , the hymn of praise ! The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured with his gentle showers , And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their ...
Strana 19
... hand , Shod with strips of woollen band , Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the ... hands were chapped and noses red , And folks were even cold in bed Till their teeth chattered in their head . But when ...
... hand , Shod with strips of woollen band , Creeping o'er the icy stones , Having dread of broken bones . Then the ... hands were chapped and noses red , And folks were even cold in bed Till their teeth chattered in their head . But when ...
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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...