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J . S . Droight . . . * My Days among the Dead . " . . . Southey . . . . 723 Sweet
Pastoral . N . Breton . . My Mind to me a Kingdom is . . . W . Byrd . . . 669 Tables
Turned . . . . . . Wordsurorth . . . Nicht . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Habinglon . . 716
Temperance ; or ...
J . S . Droight . . . * My Days among the Dead . " . . . Southey . . . . 723 Sweet
Pastoral . N . Breton . . My Mind to me a Kingdom is . . . W . Byrd . . . 669 Tables
Turned . . . . . . Wordsurorth . . . Nicht . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Habinglon . . 716
Temperance ; or ...
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Resolution and Independence . . . . . . . 658 Here ' s to the King , Sir ! ( 181
Century , Scotch . ) 869 The Tables turned . . . . . Charlie is my Darling . ( 18th
Century , Scotch . ) The Fountain . . . . . . . . . Gallant Grahams . ( i8th Century ,
Scotch . ) .
Resolution and Independence . . . . . . . 658 Here ' s to the King , Sir ! ( 181
Century , Scotch . ) 869 The Tables turned . . . . . Charlie is my Darling . ( 18th
Century , Scotch . ) The Fountain . . . . . . . . . Gallant Grahams . ( i8th Century ,
Scotch . ) .
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... as evenly as they coude , They took their places in middes of the mede , And
every knight turned his horses hede Next after hem came , in armour bright To his
fellow , and lightly laid a spere All save their heades , seemely knightes nine ; | In
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... as evenly as they coude , They took their places in middes of the mede , And
every knight turned his horses hede Next after hem came , in armour bright To his
fellow , and lightly laid a spere All save their heades , seemely knightes nine ; | In
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... by the green way - side , Through the forest dim and wide , Through the hamlet
still and smallBy the cottage , by the hall , By the ruin ' d abbey still ; Turning here
and there a mill , Bearing tribute to the riverLittle streams , I love you ever .
... by the green way - side , Through the forest dim and wide , Through the hamlet
still and smallBy the cottage , by the hall , By the ruin ' d abbey still ; Turning here
and there a mill , Bearing tribute to the riverLittle streams , I love you ever .
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Were your pure lips fashioned TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY , Out of air and dewON
TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH Starlight unimpassioned , IN APRIL
1786 . Dawn ' s most tender hue , And scented by the woods that gathered WEE ...
Were your pure lips fashioned TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY , Out of air and dewON
TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH Starlight unimpassioned , IN APRIL
1786 . Dawn ' s most tender hue , And scented by the woods that gathered WEE ...
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Página 703 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 56 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Página 578 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 570 - I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Página 172 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Página 228 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 336 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 371 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 593 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 352 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Household Book of Poetry |
| Autor | Charles Anderson Dana |
| Edición | 11 |
| Editor | D. Appleton, 1878 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 14 Ago. 2007 |
| Largo | 28 páginas |
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