Poetical Favorites, Yours and MineBobbs-Merrill, 1911 - 460 pagina's |
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Pagina 25
... , from end to end , Many and low are the pallets , but each is the place of a friend . " Up she passed through the wards , and stood at a young man's bed : Bloody the band on his brow , and livid the [ 25 ] POETICAL FAVORITES.
... , from end to end , Many and low are the pallets , but each is the place of a friend . " Up she passed through the wards , and stood at a young man's bed : Bloody the band on his brow , and livid the [ 25 ] POETICAL FAVORITES.
Pagina 26
... passing soul , she went on still to a second : He was a grave , hard man , whose years by dungeons were reckoned . Wounds in his body were sore , wounds in his life were sorer . " Art thou a Romagnole ? " Her eyes drove light- nings ...
... passing soul , she went on still to a second : He was a grave , hard man , whose years by dungeons were reckoned . Wounds in his body were sore , wounds in his life were sorer . " Art thou a Romagnole ? " Her eyes drove light- nings ...
Pagina 27
... passed to a Frenchman , his arm carried off by a ball : Kneeling , . . " O more than my brother ! how shall I thank thee for all ? " Each of the heroes around us has fought for his land and line , But thou hast fought for a stranger ...
... passed to a Frenchman , his arm carried off by a ball : Kneeling , . . " O more than my brother ! how shall I thank thee for all ? " Each of the heroes around us has fought for his land and line , But thou hast fought for a stranger ...
Pagina 69
... Passed in to the new life's gladness , To be no longer old . When for me the sunset gateway Shall at day's decline unclose , And I enter through its portals To a long and sweet repose , I know I shall remember In that land so fair and ...
... Passed in to the new life's gladness , To be no longer old . When for me the sunset gateway Shall at day's decline unclose , And I enter through its portals To a long and sweet repose , I know I shall remember In that land so fair and ...
Pagina 107
... passed . Wiser far than human seer , Yellow - breeched philosopher , Seeing only what is fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff and take the wheat . When the fierce northwestern blast Cools ...
... passed . Wiser far than human seer , Yellow - breeched philosopher , Seeing only what is fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff and take the wheat . When the fierce northwestern blast Cools ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALFRED TENNYSON angels apple-tree auld lang syne beautiful bells beneath bird blessed blue Blynken brave break breast breath bright brow cold dark dead dear death door doth dream dying earth eyes face fair fathers flowers forever Gilpin glad glory gone grave grew hand hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Ivy green JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GODFREY SAXE kiss Lady Clare land laugh light lips live look Lord Mary mother Nelly Gray never nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Queen rest rose sang seems shine shore silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought to-night tree Twas Vere de Vere voice wait wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word
Populaire passages
Pagina 38 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language: for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 135 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Pagina 249 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Pagina 325 - THE BAREFOOT BOY. Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a barefoot boy!
Pagina 327 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: 10 Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.
Pagina 188 - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
Pagina 189 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies — The Captains and the Kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Pagina 134 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 188 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Pagina 257 - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore ?