The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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Pagina 44
... seemed to say , ' Countess , prepare , thy end is near . ' " And now , while happy peasants sleep , Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep , Save Philomel on yonder thorn . " My spirits flag - my hopes decay ...
... seemed to say , ' Countess , prepare , thy end is near . ' " And now , while happy peasants sleep , Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep , Save Philomel on yonder thorn . " My spirits flag - my hopes decay ...
Pagina 54
... seemed true above thee , The rose true on the tree ; The bird seemed true the summer through , But all proved false to me . World , is there one good thing in you , Life , love , or death - or what ? Since lips that sang , I love thee ...
... seemed true above thee , The rose true on the tree ; The bird seemed true the summer through , But all proved false to me . World , is there one good thing in you , Life , love , or death - or what ? Since lips that sang , I love thee ...
Pagina 94
... seemed a place of graves that rang To hollow footsteps , while she sang , " Drink to me only with thine eyes , And I will pledge with mine ! " HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD . FIDELITY IN DOUBT . COME , lady , to my 94 POEMS OF SORROW .
... seemed a place of graves that rang To hollow footsteps , while she sang , " Drink to me only with thine eyes , And I will pledge with mine ! " HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD . FIDELITY IN DOUBT . COME , lady , to my 94 POEMS OF SORROW .
Pagina 115
... seemed too fain , But these they drew us heart to heart , Yet held us tenderly apart ; She said , " Auf wiedersehen ! ” JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL . PALINODE . AUTUMN . STILL thirteen years : ' t is autumn now On field and hill , in heart and ...
... seemed too fain , But these they drew us heart to heart , Yet held us tenderly apart ; She said , " Auf wiedersehen ! ” JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL . PALINODE . AUTUMN . STILL thirteen years : ' t is autumn now On field and hill , in heart and ...
Pagina 126
... seemed to hear : " I wait to meet thee : be of cheer , For all is well ! " JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER . I LOVE MY JEAN . # OF a ' the airts the wind can blaw , I dearly like the west ; For there the bonnie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e ...
... seemed to hear : " I wait to meet thee : be of cheer , For all is well ! " JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER . I LOVE MY JEAN . # OF a ' the airts the wind can blaw , I dearly like the west ; For there the bonnie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e ...
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...