Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. ValentineLaura Valentine 1880 |
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... cold intemperate , T ' afflict the creatures which therein did dwell ; But the mild air with season moderate Gently attempered and disposed so well , That still it breathed forth sweet spirit and wholesome smell . More sweet and ...
... cold intemperate , T ' afflict the creatures which therein did dwell ; But the mild air with season moderate Gently attempered and disposed so well , That still it breathed forth sweet spirit and wholesome smell . More sweet and ...
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... Cold approbation gave the lingering bays , For those who durst not censuré scarce could praise . A mortal born , he met the general doom , But left , like Egypt's kings , a lasting tomb . - : 0 : - JAMES BEATTIE . 1735-1803 . THE ...
... Cold approbation gave the lingering bays , For those who durst not censuré scarce could praise . A mortal born , he met the general doom , But left , like Egypt's kings , a lasting tomb . - : 0 : - JAMES BEATTIE . 1735-1803 . THE ...
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... cold sand ; Alas ! we both with cold and hunger quake- [ awake . " mourner cried , Why do you weep ? Mamma will soon - " She'll wake no more ! " the hopeless [ and sighed ; Upturned his eyes , and clasped his hands , Stretched on the ...
... cold sand ; Alas ! we both with cold and hunger quake- [ awake . " mourner cried , Why do you weep ? Mamma will soon - " She'll wake no more ! " the hopeless [ and sighed ; Upturned his eyes , and clasped his hands , Stretched on the ...
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... cold , or tree ; i And summer's heat , by neighbouring hedge But on this day , embosomed in his home , He shares the frugal meal with those he loves ; [ felt joy With those he loves he shares the heart- Of giving thanks to God - not ...
... cold , or tree ; i And summer's heat , by neighbouring hedge But on this day , embosomed in his home , He shares the frugal meal with those he loves ; [ felt joy With those he loves he shares the heart- Of giving thanks to God - not ...
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... Allan - Bane looked on aghast , While grim and still his spirit passed ; But when he saw that life was fled , He poured his wailing o er the dead . LAMENT . " And art thou cold and lowly laid 42 DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE POETRY .
... Allan - Bane looked on aghast , While grim and still his spirit passed ; But when he saw that life was fled , He poured his wailing o er the dead . LAMENT . " And art thou cold and lowly laid 42 DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE POETRY .
Términos y frases comunes
bear beauty beneath bird blessed blood breast breath bright child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers follow gentle give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour King Lady land leaves light live look lord mind morn mother mountain nature never night o'er once pass past play poor rest rise rose round seemed seen side sing sleep smile soft song soon soul sound speak spirit spring stand star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought true turn voice wandering waves wild wind wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 49 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 214 - 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 253 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 48 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 164 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 259 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 216 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Página 216 - 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 195 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 215 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...