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 3162
... Doth appear , As I laye a - thynkynge - oh ! bitter flowed the tear ! As I laye a - thynkynge , the golden sun was sinking , O merrie sang that Birde as it glittered on her breast With a thousand glorious dyes , While , soaring to the ...
... Doth appear , As I laye a - thynkynge - oh ! bitter flowed the tear ! As I laye a - thynkynge , the golden sun was sinking , O merrie sang that Birde as it glittered on her breast With a thousand glorious dyes , While , soaring to the ...
Strana 3165
... doth not keep , Within its inmost core , Some fond remembrance , hidden deep , Of days that are no more ? Who hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare-- A faded flower , a broken ring , A tress of golden hair ...
... doth not keep , Within its inmost core , Some fond remembrance , hidden deep , Of days that are no more ? Who hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare-- A faded flower , a broken ring , A tress of golden hair ...
Strana 3195
... doth rot , the plum doth fall , The snow dissolves , and so must all ! 3195 Simon Wastell [ ? -1632 ] TO DEATH O KING of Terrors ! whose unbounded sway All that have life must certainly obey ; The king , the priest , the prophet , all ...
... doth rot , the plum doth fall , The snow dissolves , and so must all ! 3195 Simon Wastell [ ? -1632 ] TO DEATH O KING of Terrors ! whose unbounded sway All that have life must certainly obey ; The king , the priest , the prophet , all ...
Strana 3223
... doth stray With water - lilies on its marge , And slowly , piled with scented hay , Creeps by the silent barge . All stirs , but nothing here is loud : The cushat broods , the cuckoo cries ; Faint , far up , under a white cloud , The ...
... doth stray With water - lilies on its marge , And slowly , piled with scented hay , Creeps by the silent barge . All stirs , but nothing here is loud : The cushat broods , the cuckoo cries ; Faint , far up , under a white cloud , The ...
Strana 3231
... doth not speak : 3231 But he puts his arm round the maid that's warm , And she tingles in the cheek . Death ! Death ! Death is master of lord and clown ; Shovel the clay in , tread it down . Alfred Austin [ 1835- DAYBREAK A WIND came up ...
... doth not speak : 3231 But he puts his arm round the maid that's warm , And she tingles in the cheek . Death ! Death ! Death is master of lord and clown ; Shovel the clay in , tread it down . Alfred Austin [ 1835- DAYBREAK A WIND came up ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
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.