Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... tell about Marlborough . It was not a high - minded century , but it was a successful one , for its master - spirits ... telling stories ; a sense of spiritual purity and loveliness in Spenser , who was at once the most melodious and ...
... tell about Marlborough . It was not a high - minded century , but it was a successful one , for its master - spirits ... telling stories ; a sense of spiritual purity and loveliness in Spenser , who was at once the most melodious and ...
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... Telling the Bees ... Ichabod .... The River - Path .. PAGE 155 156 156 157 159 160 161 162 163 165 166 RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH : The Lent Jewels EDGAR ALLAN POE : The Bells To Helen OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES : The Chambered Nautilus ...
... Telling the Bees ... Ichabod .... The River - Path .. PAGE 155 156 156 157 159 160 161 162 163 165 166 RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH : The Lent Jewels EDGAR ALLAN POE : The Bells To Helen OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES : The Chambered Nautilus ...
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... tell Of the Unsubstantial , ponder'd well ! By one pervading spirit Of tones and numbers all things are controul'd : As sages taught , where faith was found to merit Initiation in that mystery old . The heavens , whose aspect makes our ...
... tell Of the Unsubstantial , ponder'd well ! By one pervading spirit Of tones and numbers all things are controul'd : As sages taught , where faith was found to merit Initiation in that mystery old . The heavens , whose aspect makes our ...
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... Tell me , thou bonny bird ! When shall I marry me ? " " When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry thee . " " Who makes the bridal bed ? Birdie ! say truly . " " The grey - headed sexton That delves the grave duly . " The glowworm o ...
... Tell me , thou bonny bird ! When shall I marry me ? " " When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry thee . " " Who makes the bridal bed ? Birdie ! say truly . " " The grey - headed sexton That delves the grave duly . " The glowworm o ...
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... tell thee , if she can , Where were then her blushes ! And , were I inclined to tattle , I could name a second Whom , asleep with sleeping cattle , To her cave she beckon'd . Hesperus hail ! thy friendly ray Watches o'er the lover ...
... tell thee , if she can , Where were then her blushes ! And , were I inclined to tattle , I could name a second Whom , asleep with sleeping cattle , To her cave she beckon'd . Hesperus hail ! thy friendly ray Watches o'er the lover ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers frae GEORGE GORDON BYRON glory golden gone grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pale pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind wine wings young
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Страница 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Страница 170 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells How it dwells On the Future ; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Страница 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Страница 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Страница 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Страница 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Страница 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Страница 100 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Страница 77 - Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?