A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - 390 páginas |
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... Hope , Wm . Wordsworth . Edgar A. Poe . Robert Burns . 183 Byron . 185 R. H. Stoddard . 185 Charles Kingsley . 186 186 187 Thomas Carlyle . 189 Robe t Browning . 190 Changes , Robert Bulwer Lytton . 194 • What is he Buzzing in my Ears ...
... Hope , Wm . Wordsworth . Edgar A. Poe . Robert Burns . 183 Byron . 185 R. H. Stoddard . 185 Charles Kingsley . 186 186 187 Thomas Carlyle . 189 Robe t Browning . 190 Changes , Robert Bulwer Lytton . 194 • What is he Buzzing in my Ears ...
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... hope may remain Of the few that have brighten'd his pathway of pain- But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him while lingering with you ! And still on that evening , when pleasure fills up To the ...
... hope may remain Of the few that have brighten'd his pathway of pain- But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him while lingering with you ! And still on that evening , when pleasure fills up To the ...
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... hope you liked your Bouillabaisse . We enter - nothing's changed or older . " How's Monsieur TERRÉ , waiter , pray ? " The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder— “ Monsieur is dead this many a day . ” " It is the lot of saint and sinner ...
... hope you liked your Bouillabaisse . We enter - nothing's changed or older . " How's Monsieur TERRÉ , waiter , pray ? " The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder— “ Monsieur is dead this many a day . ” " It is the lot of saint and sinner ...
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... " You will live to see Your proud vessels come from sea , One and all , one and all . " So I never quite despair , Nor let hope or courage fail ; And some day when skies are fair , Up the A Treasury of Favorite Poems . 31.
... " You will live to see Your proud vessels come from sea , One and all , one and all . " So I never quite despair , Nor let hope or courage fail ; And some day when skies are fair , Up the A Treasury of Favorite Poems . 31.
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... out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far , I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar . ALFRED TENNYSON , " LEAD THOU ME ON , " LEAD , kindly A Treasury of Favorite Poems . 77 T K Hervey Tennyson.
... out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far , I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar . ALFRED TENNYSON , " LEAD THOU ME ON , " LEAD , kindly A Treasury of Favorite Poems . 77 T K Hervey Tennyson.
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Auf Wiedersehen beauty bells bird bosom Bouillabaisse boys breast breath bride bright brow Carcassonne CHARLES KINGSLEY cold dark dear death Douglas dream dying eyes face fair flowers Forever-never gone grass grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill King kiss land late light lips live lonely look look'd Lord lover maiden Mary mother ne'er never Never-forever Nevermore night o'er old oaken bucket Raven rest river river Lee rose ROSE TERRY COOKE round sail shine sigh sing sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears thee There's thine thou thought to-night Tommy's dead trees twas voice W. D. HoWELL wait wave weary weep wind word young
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Página 208 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Página 53 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 70 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Página 94 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 307 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 341 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Página 328 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 171 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 88 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Página 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.