The Family Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets, Including TranslationsFords, Howard, and Hulbert, 1880 - 1065 strán (strany) |
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Strana 32
... in far- fetched conceits , ideas oddly brought together , and quaint turns of thought . Pope , following close upon Dryden , and learning much from him , was the - - founder of a school of longer duration , 32 INTRODUCTION .
... in far- fetched conceits , ideas oddly brought together , and quaint turns of thought . Pope , following close upon Dryden , and learning much from him , was the - - founder of a school of longer duration , 32 INTRODUCTION .
Strana 37
... close of the last century , were at first little read , and of those who liked them there were few who were not afraid to express their admiration . Yet his fame has slowly climbed from stage to stage until now his influence is ...
... close of the last century , were at first little read , and of those who liked them there were few who were not afraid to express their admiration . Yet his fame has slowly climbed from stage to stage until now his influence is ...
Strana 81
... close , and , like the young leaf of the flower , Wore the same color , rich and warm and fresh : - And such alone are beautiful . Its eye , A full blue gem , most exquisitely set , Looked archly on its world , - the little imp ...
... close , and , like the young leaf of the flower , Wore the same color , rich and warm and fresh : - And such alone are beautiful . Its eye , A full blue gem , most exquisitely set , Looked archly on its world , - the little imp ...
Strana 83
... close and close about our wee White Rose of all the world . With mystical faint fragrance Our house of life she filled ; Revealed each hour some fairy tower Where winged hopes might build ! We saw though none like us might see Such ...
... close and close about our wee White Rose of all the world . With mystical faint fragrance Our house of life she filled ; Revealed each hour some fairy tower Where winged hopes might build ! We saw though none like us might see Such ...
Strana 91
... close beneath their joy forever fresh . And soothe him with a song that breathes of glittering wings , Heaven's divinest things . I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother dear and I ) Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears ...
... close beneath their joy forever fresh . And soothe him with a song that breathes of glittering wings , Heaven's divinest things . I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother dear and I ) Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING England eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss lady land light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS rose round Scotland SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
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Strana 404 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Strana 307 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Strana 316 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, And leaden-eyed despairs; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Strana 773 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strana 322 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 307 - Earth, and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice, — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Strana 403 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Strana 104 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strana 501 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might...
Strana 550 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.