A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - Всего страниц: 390 |
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... hills o ' my ain lan ' again . Ken ye the path ow'r the weary sea , Wi ' the loupin ' waves an ' the blawing bree ... hill ; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger ...
... hills o ' my ain lan ' again . Ken ye the path ow'r the weary sea , Wi ' the loupin ' waves an ' the blawing bree ... hill ; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger ...
Стр. 53
... hills Rock - ribb'd and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , pour'd round all , Old ...
... hills Rock - ribb'd and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , pour'd round all , Old ...
Стр. 63
... hills are wizen and thin , The sky is shrivell'd and shred , The hedges down by the loan I can count them bone by bone , The leaves are open and spread , But I see the teeth of the land , And hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes ...
... hills are wizen and thin , The sky is shrivell'd and shred , The hedges down by the loan I can count them bone by bone , The leaves are open and spread , But I see the teeth of the land , And hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes ...
Стр. 72
... hills and meadows low , — Ah if beyond the spirit's inmost cavil , Aught of that country could we surely know , Who ... hill , Lieth a village white and still ; All around it the forest trees Shiver and whisper in the breeze ; Over it ...
... hills and meadows low , — Ah if beyond the spirit's inmost cavil , Aught of that country could we surely know , Who ... hill , Lieth a village white and still ; All around it the forest trees Shiver and whisper in the breeze ; Over it ...
Стр. 73
... hill , Another village lieth still ; There I see in the cloudy night Twinkling stars of household light , Fires that gleam from the smithy's door , Mists that curl on the river- shore ; " OVER THE RIVER , ON THE HILL , LIETH A VILLAGE ...
... hill , Another village lieth still ; There I see in the cloudy night Twinkling stars of household light , Fires that gleam from the smithy's door , Mists that curl on the river- shore ; " OVER THE RIVER , ON THE HILL , LIETH A VILLAGE ...
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Стр. 208 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Стр. 53 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Стр. 70 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Стр. 94 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Стр. 307 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. 341 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Стр. 328 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 171 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 88 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Стр. 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.