Gems of Thought, and Flowers of FancyRichard Wright Procter Partridge, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... Tree * Cupid's Love Draught * The Butterfly The Controversy The Rivulet * Sonnet The Gate - keeper's Daughter . Verses to the Comet of 1811 * I Bless thee as thou Sleepest The Grave · Lines from an Old Volume · · • • • Mrs. James Gray ...
... Tree * Cupid's Love Draught * The Butterfly The Controversy The Rivulet * Sonnet The Gate - keeper's Daughter . Verses to the Comet of 1811 * I Bless thee as thou Sleepest The Grave · Lines from an Old Volume · · • • • Mrs. James Gray ...
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... of Naseby Trees The Man of Hereafter * Moonlight * King Edward * To the Storm * Morning 406 . 409 . 410 412 Beranger Robert Rose . 413 29 دو " " . 414 " " 415 On seeing a Deceased Infant Rev. W. O. Peabody 416 XIV CONTENTS .
... of Naseby Trees The Man of Hereafter * Moonlight * King Edward * To the Storm * Morning 406 . 409 . 410 412 Beranger Robert Rose . 413 29 دو " " . 414 " " 415 On seeing a Deceased Infant Rev. W. O. Peabody 416 XIV CONTENTS .
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... tree , * Wheer th ' yorn - croft thief wur swung ; * The " yorn - croft thief " was a young man , named George Russell , who was executed on Newton Heath , near Manchester , September 15 , 1798 , for stealing a piece of fustian from ...
... tree , * Wheer th ' yorn - croft thief wur swung ; * The " yorn - croft thief " was a young man , named George Russell , who was executed on Newton Heath , near Manchester , September 15 , 1798 , for stealing a piece of fustian from ...
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... upon the healthful breeze , It speaketh in the rustling trees , Without control It rolls o'er waves of mighty seas , From Pole to Pole . Wherever mortal man hath been , In deserts wild , AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 43 Benjamin Stott.
... upon the healthful breeze , It speaketh in the rustling trees , Without control It rolls o'er waves of mighty seas , From Pole to Pole . Wherever mortal man hath been , In deserts wild , AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 43 Benjamin Stott.
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... hours of night ; Sweet visions they which e'er will be , Whilst unto me lives memory ; And oh , the joy those visions give , Of one too beautiful to live ! THE UNFOSTERED APPLE TREE : Which regularly blooms , but 54 GEMS OF THOUGHT.
... hours of night ; Sweet visions they which e'er will be , Whilst unto me lives memory ; And oh , the joy those visions give , Of one too beautiful to live ! THE UNFOSTERED APPLE TREE : Which regularly blooms , but 54 GEMS OF THOUGHT.
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful beneath bird bless bloom blue BORN bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm chamber door cheek cheer child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep DIED dreams e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT EMILY BRONTE eyes fair fled flowers fond gaze gentle glide glory grave green Grongar Hill hast hath heard heart heaven hills hope JOHN SCHOLES JOSEPH AUGUSTINE WADE life's light live lonely look'd lyre maiden Malhamdale morning mortal mother MUSE Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd PHILIP JAMES BAILEY POEMS press'd Quoth the Raven Raven ROBERT TANNAHILL rose tree round seem'd shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS GASPEY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought toil twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild WILLIAM PAYNTER wind wing young youth
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Página 113 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Página 230 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Página 362 - ABOU BEN ADHEM — may his tribe increase — Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold And to the presence in the room he said: 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 96 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Página 366 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Página 96 - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore.
Página 93 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 5 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Página 193 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Página 388 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.