School-room Poetry1860 |
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Strana 10
... passing air , Makes Sabbath in the fields , and ever ringeth A call to prayer . Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned ...
... passing air , Makes Sabbath in the fields , and ever ringeth A call to prayer . Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned ...
Strana 26
... passing clear That I am a guest not wanted here . ' The father was seen in his children's games , Kissing their flushed brows and blessing their names . And his eye grew bright as he marked the charms Of the boy at his knee and the girl ...
... passing clear That I am a guest not wanted here . ' The father was seen in his children's games , Kissing their flushed brows and blessing their names . And his eye grew bright as he marked the charms Of the boy at his knee and the girl ...
Strana 32
... pass'd from out my sight ; Like a dream that fill'd with beauty all the caverns of the night ! And the vision and the presence into empty nothing ran , And the New Year was still older , and seem'd now a youthful man . III . Autumn ...
... pass'd from out my sight ; Like a dream that fill'd with beauty all the caverns of the night ! And the vision and the presence into empty nothing ran , And the New Year was still older , and seem'd now a youthful man . III . Autumn ...
Strana 34
... pass'd away , The wide lands came glittering forward in a fresh and strange array ; Naked trees had got snow foliage , soft , and feathery , and bright , And the earth look'd dress'd for heaven in its spiritual 34 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
... pass'd away , The wide lands came glittering forward in a fresh and strange array ; Naked trees had got snow foliage , soft , and feathery , and bright , And the earth look'd dress'd for heaven in its spiritual 34 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
Strana 50
... pass ; The bee who's been tuning his bugle in fun , The cricket that's chirrup'd all day in the sun , Each finds a glad home in the grass . When the grave hath received its poor at last , dweller And a heart hath at length found its ...
... pass ; The bee who's been tuning his bugle in fun , The cricket that's chirrup'd all day in the sun , Each finds a glad home in the grass . When the grave hath received its poor at last , dweller And a heart hath at length found its ...
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Andrew Marvell Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom bough bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest forest lea gentle glory grave green grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er once pale passed rest rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood young youth
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Strana 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Strana 198 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Strana 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Strana 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Strana 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Strana 248 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strana 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Strana 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Strana 161 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.