The Poetical Works of Charles MackayWarne, 1876 - 626 страница |
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... Trees . The Seven Angels of the Lyre A Plea for our Physical Life The Two Houses . 372 The Briony Wreath 372 · The ... tree Avenue Meops 383 Beauty and Love 383 The Invisible Crown Faith , Hope , and Charity 383 Man to Man In God's ...
... Trees . The Seven Angels of the Lyre A Plea for our Physical Life The Two Houses . 372 The Briony Wreath 372 · The ... tree Avenue Meops 383 Beauty and Love 383 The Invisible Crown Faith , Hope , and Charity 383 Man to Man In God's ...
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... Tree · The Crimean War ; -Inkermann . 434 By the Rhine VII . - Consolation VIII . The Lost Jewel 436 The Sister Spirits . An Invoca- tion for Christmas , during the Franco - German War , 1870 From Bordeaux to Paris , 1871 . The Dove of ...
... Tree · The Crimean War ; -Inkermann . 434 By the Rhine VII . - Consolation VIII . The Lost Jewel 436 The Sister Spirits . An Invoca- tion for Christmas , during the Franco - German War , 1870 From Bordeaux to Paris , 1871 . The Dove of ...
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... Trees was a little 521 child 550 Little , but Great · 522 IX . The Canadian Sleigh Song 551 John Brown , or a Plain ... Tree • 571 ment . The Magic Harp THE EMIGRANTS : a Series of Songs for a Musical Entertain- I : -The Parting Tear ...
... Trees was a little 521 child 550 Little , but Great · 522 IX . The Canadian Sleigh Song 551 John Brown , or a Plain ... Tree • 571 ment . The Magic Harp THE EMIGRANTS : a Series of Songs for a Musical Entertain- I : -The Parting Tear ...
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... tree .. Sadly I look'd upon the flood And sadly on the sombre sky ; And , in the bitterness of grief , I pray'd to the Most High : - ' O Father of this dreary world , Father of all that is or were , Parent of many spheres , to Thee I ...
... tree .. Sadly I look'd upon the flood And sadly on the sombre sky ; And , in the bitterness of grief , I pray'd to the Most High : - ' O Father of this dreary world , Father of all that is or were , Parent of many spheres , to Thee I ...
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... tree , And hush'd the sweet voice of the bird and the bee ; I sigh not that Summer hath fled from the plain , For the Spring will return in its brightness again ; But I mourn and complain for the wail and the woe That I've seen on my ...
... tree , And hush'd the sweet voice of the bird and the bee ; I sigh not that Summer hath fled from the plain , For the Spring will return in its brightness again ; But I mourn and complain for the wail and the woe That I've seen on my ...
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amid beauty behold beneath bless bowers breast breath bright bright eyes CHARLES MACKAY cheeks Cleon Clos Vougeot cloud cold dark death deep divine dream earth Egeria eternal evermore evil eyes face fair fill'd flowers forlorn glory gold gray owl green grief hair hand happy hate hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly hills hope King land light lips live Lochaber look look'd Lord maid maiden mighty misanthropy morn mountain never night Norsemen o'er pain pass'd passion peace pity poison'd roar scorn Scotland seem'd shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Fillans stars storm of passion stream sublime summer sunshine sweet tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought toil tree truth Twas Twill vex'd voice waves weary wild wind words wrong young youth
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Страница 266 - Old Tubal Cain was a man of might, In the days when earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his hammer rung ; And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear, Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, As he fashioned the sword and spear. And he sang — " Hurrah for my handiwork ! Hurrah for the spear and sword ! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord ! " To Tubal Cain came many a one.
Страница 1 - But it is not the lie that passeth through the mind, but the lie that sinketh in and settleth in it, that doth the hurt such as we spake of before. But...
Страница 1 - ... a natural though corrupt love of the lie itself. One of the later school of the Grecians examineth the matter, and is at a stand to think what should be in it that men should love lies : where neither they make for pleasure, as with poets; nor for advantage, as with the merchant; but for the lie's sake.
Страница 235 - For him the axe be bared ; For him the gibbet shall be built; For him the stake prepared ; Him shall the scorn and wrath of men Pursue with deadly aim ; And malice, envy, spite, and lies, Shall desecrate his name. But truth shall conquer at the last, For round and round we run, And ever the right comes uppermost, And ever is justice done.
Страница 586 - Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said old King Hal, "Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be; For could my heart be light as thine, I'd gladly change with thee. And tell me now what makes thee sing With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I am king, Beside the river Dee." The miller smiled and doffed his cap; "I earn my bread...
Страница 364 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Страница 209 - There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow ; There's a midnight blackness changing Into grey ! Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Страница 209 - With the right shall many more Enter smiling at the door : With the giant wrong shall fall Many others, great and small, That for ages long have held us for their prey. Men of thought and men of action, clear the way ! CHARLES MACKAY.
Страница 207 - Is the day breaking? comes the wish'd-for hour? Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy hand If the bright morning dawns upon the land.
Страница 3 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses, and to the passions.