The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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Pagina 14
... to blaze ; Watches the clammy twilight wane , With grief too fixed for woe or tear ; And , with her forehead ' gainst the pane , Envies the dying year . ALFRED AUSTIN . THE SUN - DIAL . " T is an old 14 POEMS OF SORROW .
... to blaze ; Watches the clammy twilight wane , With grief too fixed for woe or tear ; And , with her forehead ' gainst the pane , Envies the dying year . ALFRED AUSTIN . THE SUN - DIAL . " T is an old 14 POEMS OF SORROW .
Pagina 17
... dying glow ; There came no more nor dame nor cavalier ; But for a little time the brass will show A small gray spot , -the record of a tear . AUSTIN DOBSON . LOCKSLEY HALL . COMRADES , leave me here a little , while as yet ' t is early ...
... dying glow ; There came no more nor dame nor cavalier ; But for a little time the brass will show A small gray spot , -the record of a tear . AUSTIN DOBSON . LOCKSLEY HALL . COMRADES , leave me here a little , while as yet ' t is early ...
Pagina 23
... dying night - lamp flickers , and the shadows rise and fall . Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widowed marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the " Never ...
... dying night - lamp flickers , and the shadows rise and fall . Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widowed marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the " Never ...
Pagina 27
... dying fire . Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs , And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns . What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys , Though the deep heart of ...
... dying fire . Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs , And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns . What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys , Though the deep heart of ...
Pagina 53
... dying sunset sailing , And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing . She fluttered back , with broken - hearted wailing . She sobbed , " I found him by the summer sea Reclined , his head upon a maiden's knee , - She curled his hair and ...
... dying sunset sailing , And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing . She fluttered back , with broken - hearted wailing . She sobbed , " I found him by the summer sea Reclined , his head upon a maiden's knee , - She curled his hair and ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angels Annabel Lee Auf wiedersehen beauty behold bird blessed bloom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers forever glory gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss light lips live look Lord LORD TENNYSON Mary morning mother never night o'er old Kentucky home pain pale peace praise pray prayer Queen rest Robin Adair rose shadows shining sigh silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary weep WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind words
Populaire passages
Pagina 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Pagina 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Pagina 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Pagina 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Pagina 143 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Pagina 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...