A Book of Famous VerseHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - Počet stran: 1 |
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... flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may be again ? Whate'er the theme , the maiden ...
... flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may be again ? Whate'er the theme , the maiden ...
Strana 54
... flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into eddying bays , I babble on the pebbles . With many a curve my banks I ...
... flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and trebles , I bubble into eddying bays , I babble on the pebbles . With many a curve my banks I ...
Strana 55
... flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I steal by lawns and grassy plots , I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget - me - nots That grow for happy lovers . I slip , I slide ...
... flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I steal by lawns and grassy plots , I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget - me - nots That grow for happy lovers . I slip , I slide ...
Strana 73
... flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . Thomas Campbell . OLD IRONSIDES1 Ay , tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on ...
... flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . Thomas Campbell . OLD IRONSIDES1 Ay , tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on ...
Strana 76
... flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale ...
... flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale ...
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Strana 149 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Strana 38 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near.
Strana 141 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew. Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Strana 66 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Strana 59 - Singing of Mount Abora, Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Strana 16 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Strana 152 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Strana 2 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; Oh, 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 : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Strana 157 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Strana 156 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.