A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F.A. Stokes Company, 1893 - Всего страниц: 390 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Auf Wiedersehen Babette beauty bells birds blow bosom Bouillabaisse boys breast breath bride bright brow Carcassonne CAROLINE NORTON CHARLES KINGSLEY cold cried Cusha dark dead dear death dream dying eyes face fair father flowers glory gone grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill Ivy green king kiss Lay him low light lips lonely look look'd Lord lover maiden Mary moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Phyllida RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN river ROBERT BROWNING rose round sail sheepfol shining sigh sing sleep smile snow soft song soul stars stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee There's thine thou thought trees twas uppe VIEUXBOIS voice waves weep WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind word young
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Стр. 327 - BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. 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. 1 have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred
Стр. 84 - us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,
Стр. 206 - MADRIGAL. TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies: Let us all ring Fancy's knell; I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell, —Ding, dong, bell.
Стр. 223 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty. RICHARD
Стр. 126 - And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor ; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day." BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows
Стр. 222 - A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. WHEN Love, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair ; And fetter'd
Стр. 218 - STANZAS. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye. To give repentance to her lover And wring his bosom, is—to die. THAT
Стр. 78 - distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years ! So long Thy power
Стр. 57 - Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes— Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. ISAAC WATTS. THE
Стр. 102 - BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; • Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing heigh-ho ! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere foil) ; Then, heigh-ho! the holly ! This life is most jolly