Werner's Readings and Recitations, Tema 15E.S. Werner, 1896 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adelaide Anne Procter ain't Alfred Tennyson Aunt Kizzy Baby Bayard Taylor beautiful Belle blue Charles child Christmas Clan Lennox dead dear dream Edgar Ella Wheeler Wilcox Elsie Emerson Brooks Eugene Field eyes father feller folks frog George Kyle girl Glen Allen Grandma grapevine swing gwine Hallowe'en hand havin hear heart Henry Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen J. M. Barrie James James Whitcomb Riley Jerome Jerome K John King kiss lady laugh look Lord Maid Mary Kyle Dallas Miller mother never night opinyun uv Polly pray Robert Browning rose round Rudyard Kipling Scene sing smile Song stars Story sweet tell There's thet thing Tilly Twas Twitch Uncle w'en Werner Wheeler Wilcox Whitcomb Riley Wilbor woman young
Pasajes populares
Página 39 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Página 83 - The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep. As I gain the cove with pushing prow. And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match. And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Página 95 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? Ah, ye hope To revel down my villas while I gasp Bricked o'er with beggar's mouldy travertine Which Gandolf from his tomb-top chuckles at!
Página 39 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace— all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
Página 38 - Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...
Página 94 - Old Gandolf with his paltry onion-stone, Put me where I may look at him! True peach, Rosy and flawless; how I earned the prize! Draw close. That conflagration of my church — What then? So much was saved if aught were missed!
Página 94 - One sees the pulpit o" the epistle-side, And somewhat of the choir, those silent seats, And up into the aery dome where live The angels, and a sunbeam's sure to lurk; And I shall fill my slab of basalt there...
Página 52 - ... stirred, Welling water's winsome word, Wind in warm wan weather, One thing yet there is, that none Hearing ere its chime be done Knows not well the sweetest one Heard of man beneath the sun, Hoped in heaven hereafter ; Soft and strong and loud and light, Very sound of very light Heard from morning's rosiest height, When the soul of all delight Fills a child's clear laughter.
Página 96 - There's plenty jasper somewhere in the world — And have I not Saint Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!
Página 10 - Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, — A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better...