The Drama of Life, and Lyrical BreathingsSimpkin, Marshall, 1852 - 180 pagina's |
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bear beauty Behold bloom bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm Chebsey child clime cloud copper age cowslip daisy dark death deep divine dream dwell earth face fair fairy fame fane fear feeling fire fling flower foam fresh gaze gilded gloom glory grave halls Hark hath heard heart heaven heaving human human clay kiss life's light live look lyre mankind merry mighty mind Misanthrope Miss Nature's neath never night o'er ocean OLD GREY MARE pass prayer pride purple rill rosy round RUINS OF ATHENS sacred shade shine sleep smile song soul spell spirit STANZAS star sting storm stream strife sublime sunbeam sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine things thou thought thro to-morrow Twas Twill voice warm wave waymarks wild wind wing Winter Winter's at hand WOLVERHAMPTON worth young
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Pagina 86 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pagina 138 - To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps on this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Pagina 47 - He waveth his wand amidst beauty and worth, And scatters the wreck o'er the face of the earth ! Old Winter rules over land, ocean, and sea — And a potent magician and laird is he ! But still though his presence be frigid and drear, He never comes forth but he bodeth of cheer ! His breath may be bleak, and his shouting...
Pagina 46 - OLD WINTER. Who's he that comes yonder enthroned in the storm ? So hoarse in his voice — so forbidding in form ? His garments how white ! and his visage how pale ! His helmet the snow-flake — his weapon the hail ! And icicles, fresh as from glacial rocks ; Behold how they hang from his hoary old locks ! The wee tiny children are flocking to see Whoever this fearful old stranger can be ! 'Tis winter, " Old Winter," I know by his pace, And the light that reflects from his frosty old face.
Pagina 47 - He cnrdles the fountains, and crusheth the rills ; Lays bare the deep forest, and withers the flower, Disrobes the old ruin, and batters the tower. He waveth his wand amid beauty and worth. And scatters the wreck o'er the face of the earth ! " Old Winter " rules over land, ocean, and sea, And a potent magician and laird is he. But still, though his presence be frigid and drear, He never comes forth but he bodeth of cheer ; His breath may be bleak, and his shouting may craze, His touch may be icy,...
Pagina 47 - Whoever this fearful old stranger can be ! 'Tis winter, " Old Winter," I know by his pace, And the light that reflects from his frosty old face. He walketh abroad while we slumber and dream...
Pagina 47 - The light of his glance as it flits on the breeze, The dew-drops on hedge-row and bramble may freeze ! But nature and man after all must agree That a welcome old annual visitor's he ! And echo respond to the feeling, all fraught With the comforts and joys that "Old Winter
Pagina 62 - ADDRESS TO SOME BEAUTIFUL SEA-SHELLS LEFT BY THE TIDE. Hail ! bright shells of an ocean home ! Freshly borne through light and foam : Hail ! to your sea-tone, wild and free — As music's fairy strain should be ! Your wave-worn crust, and purple curl, Eival the ruby, and vie with the pearl.
Pagina 63 - Had ye clung to the jewel or gem, What brighter had been your gleam through them ? And the mellow tread of sea-nymphs...
Pagina 47 - POESY OF THE HEART. There's poesy in every human heart, 'Tis part and parcel of our very being, We may not breathe without it — may not move — MantYou And 1), Tar.