Poems of Imagination and FancyBurlock & Company, 1878 - Počet stran: 112 |
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Strana 52
... gone , to train the rose - bush that I set rlor - window and the box of mignonette . weet mother : call me before the day is born . e awake . but I fall asleep at morn ; see the sun rise upon the glad New - year , waking , call me ...
... gone , to train the rose - bush that I set rlor - window and the box of mignonette . weet mother : call me before the day is born . e awake . but I fall asleep at morn ; see the sun rise upon the glad New - year , waking , call me ...
Strana 57
... gone . Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse , and let him in That standeth there alone , And waiteth at the door . There's a new foot on the floor , my friend , And a new face at the door , my friend , A new face ...
... gone . Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse , and let him in That standeth there alone , And waiteth at the door . There's a new foot on the floor , my friend , And a new face at the door , my friend , A new face ...
Strana 64
... and men may go But I go on for ever . may come again and go ; and these are gone , My dearest , brother Edmund , sleeps , e well - known stream and rustic spine , niliar Arno , and the dome Of Brunelleschi ; sleeps in peace : and he ,
... and men may go But I go on for ever . may come again and go ; and these are gone , My dearest , brother Edmund , sleeps , e well - known stream and rustic spine , niliar Arno , and the dome Of Brunelleschi ; sleeps in peace : and he ,
Strana 65
... gone . So Lawrence Aylmer , seated on a stile In the long hedge , and rolling in his mind Old waifs of rhyme , and bowing o'er the brook A tonsored head in middle age forlorn , Mused , and was mute . On a sudden a low breath Of tender ...
... gone . So Lawrence Aylmer , seated on a stile In the long hedge , and rolling in his mind Old waifs of rhyme , and bowing o'er the brook A tonsored head in middle age forlorn , Mused , and was mute . On a sudden a low breath Of tender ...
Strana 82
... gone . Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . " So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And ...
... gone . Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . " So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath Binnorie blow bower break breath bright Camelot chatter child clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes fancy father fear flowers gleam GLOWWORM golden Goody Blake grass green hand happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Katie King King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott lamb land light little birdie live Locksley Hall lonely look Lord LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING maiden moon morn mother murmur never New-year night numbered o'er POET LAUREATE pray Queen rest Ringlet river rock rode round scorn shadow shine sings Sir Bedivere sleep smile snow song soul spake spirit stars summer sweet SWEET AND LOW sweetest thing thee thine things thou art thought Trajan tree valley Vere de Vere voice wave weary wild wind wings Young Harry
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Strana 22 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Strana 59 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Strana 25 - So in the churchyard she was laid; And , when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you , then ," said I , "If they two are in Heaven?
Strana 24 - Then did the little maid reply : "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Strana 80 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain...
Strana 20 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door...
Strana 65 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 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 80 - Stern lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Strana 70 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Strana 78 - Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...