English Verse, Том 2William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... Waiting ... JOHN HAY : A Woman's Love .... HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON : Before Sedan .. ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN : The Modern Warrior ROBERT BRIDGES : The Sea - Poppy ... 292 293 ... 295 297 .... 298 299 ..... 301 302 303 ...... 304 307 xliv ...
... Waiting ... JOHN HAY : A Woman's Love .... HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON : Before Sedan .. ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN : The Modern Warrior ROBERT BRIDGES : The Sea - Poppy ... 292 293 ... 295 297 .... 298 299 ..... 301 302 303 ...... 304 307 xliv ...
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... wait As pure a sunshine and as soft a gale As e'er on herbage covering earthly mould Tempted the bird of Juno to unfold His richest splendour , when his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of ...
... wait As pure a sunshine and as soft a gale As e'er on herbage covering earthly mould Tempted the bird of Juno to unfold His richest splendour , when his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of ...
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... wait the bride , But ne'er a bride was there . They sought her baith by bower and ha ' ; The lady was not seen : She's o'er the Border , and awa ' Wi ' Jock o ' Hazeldean . LIGHT LOVE . A weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is ...
... wait the bride , But ne'er a bride was there . They sought her baith by bower and ha ' ; The lady was not seen : She's o'er the Border , and awa ' Wi ' Jock o ' Hazeldean . LIGHT LOVE . A weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is ...
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... wait to sing , Listen with thy head awry , Keeping time with twinkling eye , While from all the woodland shade Birds of every plume and note Strain the throat , Till both hill and valley ring , And the warbled minstrelsy , Ebbing ...
... wait to sing , Listen with thy head awry , Keeping time with twinkling eye , While from all the woodland shade Birds of every plume and note Strain the throat , Till both hill and valley ring , And the warbled minstrelsy , Ebbing ...
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... voice : Mirth flies to thee , and Love's unrest , And Memory dear ; And Sorrow , with his tighten'd breast , Comes for a tear . O , since few joys of human mould Thus wait 64 JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT . To his Wife To his Piano-forte.
... voice : Mirth flies to thee , and Love's unrest , And Memory dear ; And Sorrow , with his tighten'd breast , Comes for a tear . O , since few joys of human mould Thus wait 64 JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT . To his Wife To his Piano-forte.
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek cloud 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 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 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 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
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 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Страница 84 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!