Crown Jewels: Or Gems of Literature, Art and Music ; Being Choice Selections from the Writings and Musical Productions of the Most Celebrated Authors, from the Earliest Times ... Including a Biography of the AuthorsHenry Davenport Northrop J.S. Round, 1888 - 632 páginas |
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... night ........... 263 Better Things .. ................................................ . George McDonald 263 ... Night , Mamma ? .... Cora M. Eager 267 The Last Time That I Met Lady Ruth .... Robert Bulwer Lytton ( Owen Meredith ) 267 ...
... night ........... 263 Better Things .. ................................................ . George McDonald 263 ... Night , Mamma ? .... Cora M. Eager 267 The Last Time That I Met Lady Ruth .... Robert Bulwer Lytton ( Owen Meredith ) 267 ...
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... night Prepares me for the toils of light ; ' Tis hope , and joy , and memory , give A home in which the heart can live . It is a presence undefined , O'ershadowing the conscious mind ; Where love and duty sweetly blend To consecrate the ...
... night Prepares me for the toils of light ; ' Tis hope , and joy , and memory , give A home in which the heart can live . It is a presence undefined , O'ershadowing the conscious mind ; Where love and duty sweetly blend To consecrate the ...
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... night , and all the wood Was wet as it could be ; There were puddings and pies to bake , besides A loaf of cake for tea . And the day was hot , and her aching head Throbbed wearily as she said , " If maidens but knew what good wives ...
... night , and all the wood Was wet as it could be ; There were puddings and pies to bake , besides A loaf of cake for tea . And the day was hot , and her aching head Throbbed wearily as she said , " If maidens but knew what good wives ...
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... night comes down In its terrible blackness all over the town ? Shall I lay me down ' neath the angry sky , On the cold hard pavements alone to die ? When the beautiful children their prayers have said , And mammas have tucked them up ...
... night comes down In its terrible blackness all over the town ? Shall I lay me down ' neath the angry sky , On the cold hard pavements alone to die ? When the beautiful children their prayers have said , And mammas have tucked them up ...
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... night ! Weep no more , my lady ; O , weep no more to - day ! We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home , For our old Kentucky home far away . They hunt no more for the possum and the coon , On the meadow , the hill , and the shore ...
... night ! Weep no more , my lady ; O , weep no more to - day ! We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home , For our old Kentucky home far away . They hunt no more for the possum and the coon , On the meadow , the hill , and the shore ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON Alma River Anne Hathaway auld lang syne beauty Ben Bolt beneath billows bird blessed blow bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheer clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fear FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers gazed gentle golden grave gray green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour king kiss land light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON loud maiden moon morning ne'er never night o'er ocean roar Robin Adair rose round sail shade shine ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spring stars stood storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas voice waves wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Página 153 - 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...
Página 79 - 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 124 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 254 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 362 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with...
Página 255 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame ; Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled...
Página 249 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea. With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. While God is marching on.
Página 44 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar...
Página 372 - Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes : Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee : In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Página 256 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. » In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ; Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act...