A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - Всего страниц: 390 |
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... thing is that old arm - chair . In childhood's hour I linger'd near The hallow'd seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die , and teach me to live . She told me shame would never betide , With ...
... thing is that old arm - chair . In childhood's hour I linger'd near The hallow'd seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die , and teach me to live . She told me shame would never betide , With ...
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... things . Humble voyagers are we O'er life's dim , unsounded sea , Seeking only some calm clime ; — Touch us gently , gentle Time ! BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ( " BARRY CORNWALL " ) . HOME , SWEET HOME . ' MID pleasures and palaces though we ...
... things . Humble voyagers are we O'er life's dim , unsounded sea , Seeking only some calm clime ; — Touch us gently , gentle Time ! BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ( " BARRY CORNWALL " ) . HOME , SWEET HOME . ' MID pleasures and palaces though we ...
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... things saw , It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " In that mansion used to be Free - hearted Hospitality ; His great fires up the chimney roar'd ; The stranger feasted at his board ; But , like ...
... things saw , It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " In that mansion used to be Free - hearted Hospitality ; His great fires up the chimney roar'd ; The stranger feasted at his board ; But , like ...
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... things go amiss , boys , You may lay me where she is , boys , And I'll rest my old head : ' Tis a poor world , this , boys , And Tommy's dead . SIDNEY DObell MY CHILD . I CANNOT make him dead : His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding ...
... things go amiss , boys , You may lay me where she is , boys , And I'll rest my old head : ' Tis a poor world , this , boys , And Tommy's dead . SIDNEY DObell MY CHILD . I CANNOT make him dead : His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding ...
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... things away , And the . we call them " dead . " He leaves our hearts all late ; He plucks our sweetest , fairest fovers ; Transplanted into bliss , they now Adorn immortal bowers . The bird - like voice , whose joyous tones Made glad ...
... things away , And the . we call them " dead . " He leaves our hearts all late ; He plucks our sweetest , fairest fovers ; Transplanted into bliss , they now Adorn immortal bowers . The bird - like voice , whose joyous tones Made glad ...
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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.