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A fair young form was nestled near me , A dear , dear face look ' d fondly up , And
sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me - There ' s no one now to share my cup . I
drink it as the Fates ordain it , Come , fill it , and have done with rhymes , Fill up ...
A fair young form was nestled near me , A dear , dear face look ' d fondly up , And
sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me - There ' s no one now to share my cup . I
drink it as the Fates ordain it , Come , fill it , and have done with rhymes , Fill up ...
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It will be familiar to most of our readers , having appeared in Bernard Barton ' s
Remains , and in many of our serials . We regret to record Mr . FULCHER ' s
recent and sudden decease . COME closer , closer , dear mamma , My heart is fill
' d ...
It will be familiar to most of our readers , having appeared in Bernard Barton ' s
Remains , and in many of our serials . We regret to record Mr . FULCHER ' s
recent and sudden decease . COME closer , closer , dear mamma , My heart is fill
' d ...
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Nor can I recollect my prayers ; And , dear mamma , you know That the great God
will angry be If I forget them too . And dear papa , when he comes home , Oh will
he not be vext ? " Give us this day our daily bread ; " — What is it that comes ...
Nor can I recollect my prayers ; And , dear mamma , you know That the great God
will angry be If I forget them too . And dear papa , when he comes home , Oh will
he not be vext ? " Give us this day our daily bread ; " — What is it that comes ...
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Ah ! quiet dell ! dear cot , and mount sublime ! I was constrain ' d to quit you . Was
it right , While my unnumber ' d brethren toil ' d and bled , That I should dream
away the entrusted hours On rose - leaf beds , pampering the coward heart With
...
Ah ! quiet dell ! dear cot , and mount sublime ! I was constrain ' d to quit you . Was
it right , While my unnumber ' d brethren toil ' d and bled , That I should dream
away the entrusted hours On rose - leaf beds , pampering the coward heart With
...
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Yet oft when after honourable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to
dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window -
peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea - air . And I shall sigh fond
wishes - sweet ...
Yet oft when after honourable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to
dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window -
peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea - air . And I shall sigh fond
wishes - sweet ...
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angels beauty beneath bird bloom blue breath bright brow child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall feel fire flowers gentle give golden gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour land leaves light live lonely look morn mountain nature never night o'er once pass past peace poem poet rest rise river rose round shade shadow shine shore side sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true voice warm waters waves wild wind wings woods young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 11 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
Página 30 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Página 353 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Página 222 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 188 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Página 143 - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Página 222 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 75 - Is it far away in some region old Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child ! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy, Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless...
Página 258 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds.
Página 152 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell, taste ; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Beautiful poetry |
| Autor | Beautiful poetry |
| Publicado | 1857 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 27 Sep. 2006 |
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