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Página 17
I feel your warm breath on my lips , That are so icy cold ; Come closer , closer ,
dear mamma , Give me your hand to hold . I quite forget my little hymn , “ How
doth the busy bee , ” Which every day I used to say , When sitting on your knee .
I feel your warm breath on my lips , That are so icy cold ; Come closer , closer ,
dear mamma , Give me your hand to hold . I quite forget my little hymn , “ How
doth the busy bee , ” Which every day I used to say , When sitting on your knee .
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But you must first lay me to sleep , Where grand - papa is laid ;Is not the
churchyard cold and dark , And sha ' nt I feel afraid ? And will you every evening
come , And say my pretty prayer Over poor Lucy ' s little grave , And see that no
one ' s ...
But you must first lay me to sleep , Where grand - papa is laid ;Is not the
churchyard cold and dark , And sha ' nt I feel afraid ? And will you every evening
come , And say my pretty prayer Over poor Lucy ' s little grave , And see that no
one ' s ...
Página 21
High sons of the lyre , oh ! how proud was the feeling , To think , while alone
through that solitude stealing , Though loftier minstrels green Erin can number , I
only awoke your wild harp from its slumber , And mingled once more with the
voice ...
High sons of the lyre , oh ! how proud was the feeling , To think , while alone
through that solitude stealing , Though loftier minstrels green Erin can number , I
only awoke your wild harp from its slumber , And mingled once more with the
voice ...
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For who within a parish - church can stroll , Wrapp ' d in its week - day stillness
and vacation , Nor feel that in the very air his soul Receives a sweet and
hallowing lustration ? Why are they shut ? The echoes of our footsteps , as we
tread On ...
For who within a parish - church can stroll , Wrapp ' d in its week - day stillness
and vacation , Nor feel that in the very air his soul Receives a sweet and
hallowing lustration ? Why are they shut ? The echoes of our footsteps , as we
tread On ...
Página 57
But soon some shades of earthly feeling Came o ' er that pure devotion stealing ;
For there are moments when the spirit , The purest , best , seems to inherit Some
darker feelings of the heart , The birthright of its grosser part . ' Twas in an hour ...
But soon some shades of earthly feeling Came o ' er that pure devotion stealing ;
For there are moments when the spirit , The purest , best , seems to inherit Some
darker feelings of the heart , The birthright of its grosser part . ' Twas in an hour ...
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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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