The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... Sleep .. Song of Margaret . Edith K. Perry 404 . Louis Agassiz 267 Richard Brinsley Sheridan 198 Robert Bloomfield . 221 • Sir Philip Sidney . 229 Jean Ingelow . 430 Sportsman's Study , The Squire , The . Stork and the Ruby , The Storm ...
... Sleep .. Song of Margaret . Edith K. Perry 404 . Louis Agassiz 267 Richard Brinsley Sheridan 198 Robert Bloomfield . 221 • Sir Philip Sidney . 229 Jean Ingelow . 430 Sportsman's Study , The Squire , The . Stork and the Ruby , The Storm ...
Pagina 32
... sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy , And , lo ! she's gone ! In robe of dark- green hue ' Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew , For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky . In shade affrighted Silence melts away : Not so ...
... sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy , And , lo ! she's gone ! In robe of dark- green hue ' Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew , For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky . In shade affrighted Silence melts away : Not so ...
Pagina 35
... sleep in the clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O Sun , in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds . The mist is on ...
... sleep in the clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O Sun , in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds . The mist is on ...
Pagina 39
... Sleep , and be glad while the world en- dures ; Be well content as the years wear through ; Give thanks for life and the loves and lures . Give thanks for life , O brother , and death , For the sweet last sound of her feet , her breath ...
... Sleep , and be glad while the world en- dures ; Be well content as the years wear through ; Give thanks for life and the loves and lures . Give thanks for life , O brother , and death , For the sweet last sound of her feet , her breath ...
Pagina 40
... sleep Than overwatching of eyes that weep , Now Time has done with his one sweet word The wine and leaven of lovely life . I shall go my ways , tread out my measure , Fill the days of my daily breath With fugitive things not good to ...
... sleep Than overwatching of eyes that weep , Now Time has done with his one sweet word The wine and leaven of lovely life . I shall go my ways , tread out my measure , Fill the days of my daily breath With fugitive things not good to ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adonis Agni Apollyon arms beauty beneath blessed Blue Peter Brahmans breast breath bright Canute Captain Car child cried Cytherea dark dead dear death door dream earl earth eyes Fabius face fair father fear fire flowers geological periods gods grave hair hand Hannibal happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honor Inchcape Rock Indra Jack Johnny king kiss knew LADY TEAZ leave light lips live look Lord Mesty Michelangelo mind morning mother never night o'er once passed Pauline Pindar provost replied Rorie round SAMUEL F. B. MORSE seemed silent Silurian SIR PET sleep smile Soma song soul spirit Starvieston stood sweet tears tell Teresa thee things thou thought tion Turin turned Twas Veda Violet Vixen voice Vritra wife wind woman wonder words young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pagina 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Pagina 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Pagina 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pagina 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Pagina 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...