School-room Poetry1860 |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 20.
Strana 76
... weary of earthly things ; Snatch thee , fair spirit , thy shining wings . Few and short have thy wanderings been Through the dark desert of earth and sin ; For thou wast told of a Saviour's love , And thy heart was fixed on the joys ...
... weary of earthly things ; Snatch thee , fair spirit , thy shining wings . Few and short have thy wanderings been Through the dark desert of earth and sin ; For thou wast told of a Saviour's love , And thy heart was fixed on the joys ...
Strana 79
... weary place , And my pulse is getting low ; But the grave is dark , and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it wiles my heart from its dreariness , To see the young so gay . THE OLD MAN'S PLAINT . Anon . ' Tis bleak ...
... weary place , And my pulse is getting low ; But the grave is dark , and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it wiles my heart from its dreariness , To see the young so gay . THE OLD MAN'S PLAINT . Anon . ' Tis bleak ...
Strana 80
... weary , old , and grey- Aweary , weary , old , and grey . But , hush ! what sounds come stealing o'er , Like seraph choir , mine aged ear , Strains that my soul hath loved of yore , When all was mine that made life dear . A light gleams ...
... weary , old , and grey- Aweary , weary , old , and grey . But , hush ! what sounds come stealing o'er , Like seraph choir , mine aged ear , Strains that my soul hath loved of yore , When all was mine that made life dear . A light gleams ...
Strana 94
... weary , And sweetly reposes for ever ! THE DECEASED INFANT . Charlotte Glizabeth . BEAUTIFUL baby ! art thou sleeping Ne'er to unclose that beaming eye ? Deaf to the voice of a mother's weeping , All unmoved by a father's sigh ...
... weary , And sweetly reposes for ever ! THE DECEASED INFANT . Charlotte Glizabeth . BEAUTIFUL baby ! art thou sleeping Ne'er to unclose that beaming eye ? Deaf to the voice of a mother's weeping , All unmoved by a father's sigh ...
Strana 112
... weary day , Bid him , oh , do all but stay ; If he would not see my tomb- Bid him come , and swiftly come . ' BIRDS . Eliza Cook . BIRDS - birds ! ye are beautiful things , With your earth - treading feet , and your cloud- cleaving ...
... weary day , Bid him , oh , do all but stay ; If he would not see my tomb- Bid him come , and swiftly come . ' BIRDS . Eliza Cook . BIRDS - birds ! ye are beautiful things , With your earth - treading feet , and your cloud- cleaving ...
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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
Populárne pasáže
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.