The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Zväzok 8,Stránky 3149–3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3139
... Song , " I try to knead and spin Louise Imogen Guiney 3163 Spirit of Sadness Richard Le Gallienne . 3164 No More . .Byron Forceythe Willson . 3164 " " Tis But a Little Faded Flower " ... Ellen Clementine Howarth .. 3165 To Each His Own ...
... Song , " I try to knead and spin Louise Imogen Guiney 3163 Spirit of Sadness Richard Le Gallienne . 3164 No More . .Byron Forceythe Willson . 3164 " " Tis But a Little Faded Flower " ... Ellen Clementine Howarth .. 3165 To Each His Own ...
Strana 3140
... Song of The Shirt Thomas Hood 3185 Stanzas , " In a drear - nighted De- cember " .John Keats 3187 The Dead Faith .Fannie Heaslip Lea . 3188 The Ballad of The Boat . Richard Garnett 3188 Eldorado . .Edgar Allan Poe 3189 A Lost Chord ...
... Song of The Shirt Thomas Hood 3185 Stanzas , " In a drear - nighted De- cember " .John Keats 3187 The Dead Faith .Fannie Heaslip Lea . 3188 The Ballad of The Boat . Richard Garnett 3188 Eldorado . .Edgar Allan Poe 3189 A Lost Chord ...
Strana 3163
Song To that dear Isle ' twas leaving . So loth we part from all we love , From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts , as on we rove , To those we've left behind us ! When , round the bowl , of vanished years We talk with ...
Song To that dear Isle ' twas leaving . So loth we part from all we love , From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts , as on we rove , To those we've left behind us ! When , round the bowl , of vanished years We talk with ...
Strana 3166
... SONG RARELY , rarely comest thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous ...
... SONG RARELY , rarely comest thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous ...
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SONG We only ask for sunshine , We did not want the rain ; But see the flowers that spring from showers All up and down the plain . We beg the gods for laughter , We shrink , we dread the tears ; But grief's redress is happiness ...
SONG We only ask for sunshine , We did not want the rain ; But see the flowers that spring from showers All up and down the plain . We beg the gods for laughter , We shrink , we dread the tears ; But grief's redress is happiness ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April April 27 beauty beneath biographical data available bird Born at London boys breast breath bright Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes face fair fear feet flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ireland John King kiss Lady Lamb of God land light living Lord Lycidas March morning mortal mourn never night November o'er October October 19 pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things THOMAS thou art thought voice Walter Savage Landor wandering weep WILLIAM wind wings York City
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Strana 3265 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Strana 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Strana 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Strana 3299 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
Strana 3157 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
Strana 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Strana 3402 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Strana 3541 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Strana 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.