The Book of PoetryBennett George Johns James Burns, 1847 - Počet stran: 186 |
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Bennett George Johns. X SUBJECT . The Prospect Village Bells Death of the Flowers Tears of Scotland New - Year's Day The Trumpet Life of Man Human Wishes CONTENTS . War of the League The Skies We are Seven To certain Gold Fishes The New ...
Bennett George Johns. X SUBJECT . The Prospect Village Bells Death of the Flowers Tears of Scotland New - Year's Day The Trumpet Life of Man Human Wishes CONTENTS . War of the League The Skies We are Seven To certain Gold Fishes The New ...
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... tears fill both his eyes ! ' And some they seized the little winds That sounded over the hill , And each put a horn into his mouth , And blew so sharp and shrill : ' And there , ' said they , ' ye merry winds Away from every horn ; go ...
... tears fill both his eyes ! ' And some they seized the little winds That sounded over the hill , And each put a horn into his mouth , And blew so sharp and shrill : ' And there , ' said they , ' ye merry winds Away from every horn ; go ...
Strana 14
... tear - besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved . And here he hung his horn and spear ; And oft , as evening fell , In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell . SPENCER . INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG ...
... tear - besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved . And here he hung his horn and spear ; And oft , as evening fell , In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell . SPENCER . INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG ...
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... tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes and fears ; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an ...
... tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes and fears ; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an ...
Strana 49
... tears . A few short years , a few brief suns , in earthly homes we dwell , Then life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell . E. CARRINGTON . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS . THE melancholy days are come , the saddest of the ...
... tears . A few short years , a few brief suns , in earthly homes we dwell , Then life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell . E. CARRINGTON . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS . THE melancholy days are come , the saddest of the ...
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ADAM AND EVE beauty behold beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead dear death deep doth dreadful E'en earth eyes fair falchion fear fire flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green grove hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord lowly Lycidas Mayenne morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd peace pomp praise pray rise round S. T. COLERIDGE secret share shade SHAKSPERE sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star stream swain sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee thine things thou art thou hast thought voice wandering wave weep wild wind woods YEAR'S DAY youth
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Strana 28 - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Strana 51 - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Strana 156 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Strana 133 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Strana 156 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Strana 121 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Strana 118 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 116 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Strana 34 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strana 104 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.