Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumen61859 |
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... Thee 200 ... Homes of the Great The Old Cottage Clock SYDNEY , SIR P. ... ... ... ... ... Sonnet ... ... SYMINGTON , ANDREW J. Nature Musical ... : ... 70 208 318 122 ... ... ... 330 336 237 : . ... : . : : .. : : : . : : THACKERAY ...
... Thee 200 ... Homes of the Great The Old Cottage Clock SYDNEY , SIR P. ... ... ... ... ... Sonnet ... ... SYMINGTON , ANDREW J. Nature Musical ... : ... 70 208 318 122 ... ... ... 330 336 237 : . ... : . : : .. : : : . : : THACKERAY ...
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... thee arise ! Even for the touch of thy small hand I pine ; And for the sound of thy dear little feet . Alas ! tears dim mine eyes , Meeting in every place some joy of thine , Or when fair children pass me in the street . Beauty was on ...
... thee arise ! Even for the touch of thy small hand I pine ; And for the sound of thy dear little feet . Alas ! tears dim mine eyes , Meeting in every place some joy of thine , Or when fair children pass me in the street . Beauty was on ...
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... thee ; thy spirit dwelt Gladly in life , rejoicing in its powers . Oh ! what had death to do with one like thee , Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To those that loved thee ? Thou ...
... thee ; thy spirit dwelt Gladly in life , rejoicing in its powers . Oh ! what had death to do with one like thee , Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To those that loved thee ? Thou ...
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... thee , To mirth as lightly stirr'd , Though it soar from ruins in its glee- Oh , lonely , lonely bird ! SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN . A ballad , by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . SHE's gane to dwall in heaven , my lassie , She's gane to dwall in ...
... thee , To mirth as lightly stirr'd , Though it soar from ruins in its glee- Oh , lonely , lonely bird ! SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN . A ballad , by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . SHE's gane to dwall in heaven , my lassie , She's gane to dwall in ...
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... thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ' , But tuke gudeness sel ' wi ' thee . ' I look'd on thy death - cold face , my lassie , I look'd on thy death - cold face ; Thou seem'd a lily new cut i ...
... thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ' , But tuke gudeness sel ' wi ' thee . ' I look'd on thy death - cold face , my lassie , I look'd on thy death - cold face ; Thou seem'd a lily new cut i ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Página 344 - 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, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Página 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Página 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Página 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Página 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Página 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Página 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.