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... Flowers 192 416 Write soon ! 361 ::::: RE - ISSUE OF ELIZA COOK'S POEMS . My Birthday 24 The Acorn 121 Stanzas - The Tomb 25 Say , oh say , you love me ! 121 " Tis sweet to Love in Childhood The Old Mill Stream 281 .. 281 Song of the ...
... Flowers 192 416 Write soon ! 361 ::::: RE - ISSUE OF ELIZA COOK'S POEMS . My Birthday 24 The Acorn 121 Stanzas - The Tomb 25 Say , oh say , you love me ! 121 " Tis sweet to Love in Childhood The Old Mill Stream 281 .. 281 Song of the ...
Pagina 5
... flowers , -one of the most beautiful bouquets to be found in the whole market of the Madeleine . Marie , the bonne , who had waited upon Louise before her marriage , looked surprised and pleased . " Here , Marie , " said the young ...
... flowers , -one of the most beautiful bouquets to be found in the whole market of the Madeleine . Marie , the bonne , who had waited upon Louise before her marriage , looked surprised and pleased . " Here , Marie , " said the young ...
Pagina 12
... finished . The chorus was sung . The storm which was gathering , and still looked lowering , had not yet burst forth , when Ninetta entered , tripping - with her basket of flowers , to the beautiful 12 ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL .
... finished . The chorus was sung . The storm which was gathering , and still looked lowering , had not yet burst forth , when Ninetta entered , tripping - with her basket of flowers , to the beautiful 12 ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL .
Pagina 13
- with her basket of flowers , to the beautiful sym- phony of " Di Piacer , " the melody , which is enough to " bend the knotted oak , " was not lost upon the susceptible Milanese . The words , " Bene ! motto bene / bravo ! bravo ...
- with her basket of flowers , to the beautiful sym- phony of " Di Piacer , " the melody , which is enough to " bend the knotted oak , " was not lost upon the susceptible Milanese . The words , " Bene ! motto bene / bravo ! bravo ...
Pagina 19
... flower - beds . His wife welcomed his coming with a friendly nod and a cheerful smile , and the children ran to meet him , clung to his hands , and strove to climb up for a kiss . Such was Baptist Heinzelmann's daily pleasure ...
... flower - beds . His wife welcomed his coming with a friendly nod and a cheerful smile , and the children ran to meet him , clung to his hands , and strove to climb up for a kiss . Such was Baptist Heinzelmann's daily pleasure ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 323 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Pagina 323 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Pagina 342 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
Pagina 37 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Pagina 128 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
Pagina 83 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Pagina 342 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
Pagina 36 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
Pagina 108 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 225 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...