Crown Jewels or Gems of Literature Art and MusicMcDermid & Logan, 1888 - 632 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... never comest thou ! The snow is round thy dwelling , the white snow , That cold soft revelation pure as light , And ... never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a dearer , And neist my heart I'll wear her , For fear my jewel tine . She is a ...
... never comest thou ! The snow is round thy dwelling , the white snow , That cold soft revelation pure as light , And ... never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a dearer , And neist my heart I'll wear her , For fear my jewel tine . She is a ...
Pagina 9
... never from my heart ; no , no , I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . However , I with thee have fixed my lot , Certain to undergo ...
... never from my heart ; no , no , I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . However , I with thee have fixed my lot , Certain to undergo ...
Pagina 12
... never came a wink too soon , Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember , I remember The roses , red and white , The violets , and the lily - cups- Those flowers made of light ! The ...
... never came a wink too soon , Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember , I remember The roses , red and white , The violets , and the lily - cups- Those flowers made of light ! The ...
Pagina 14
... never depart : Turn , turn to that breast like the dove to its nest , And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart . Oh ! link but one spirit that's warmly sincere , That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care ...
... never depart : Turn , turn to that breast like the dove to its nest , And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart . Oh ! link but one spirit that's warmly sincere , That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care ...
Pagina 29
... never , never Scotia's realm desert ; But still the patriot , and the patriot - bard , Then kneeling down , to Heaven's Eternal King , The saint , the father , and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing , ” That ...
... never , never Scotia's realm desert ; But still the patriot , and the patriot - bard , Then kneeling down , to Heaven's Eternal King , The saint , the father , and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing , ” That ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath birds blessed born bosom brave breast breath bright brow child clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep died dream earth eyes face fair father fear feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers golden gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill kiss land light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning mother neath never night o'er PHOEBE CARY rest rose round Rudbari sail shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought tree Twas voice wandering waves weary wife wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings young
Populaire passages
Pagina 66 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 222 - 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 327 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Pagina 248 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor, "Wretch...
Pagina 223 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Pagina 104 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pagina 35 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor...
Pagina 248 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Pagina 128 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Pagina 102 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?