Poetical gleanings, with notes and biogr. sketches |
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... sing , FIRST in night's diadem , For ever , and for evermore , The Star ! -The Star of Bethlehem ! 1 Star of Bethlehem . See Matthew ii . I. H. K. White . 2 Speaks , & c . , tells of the Saviour . TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT . Courage ...
... sing , FIRST in night's diadem , For ever , and for evermore , The Star ! -The Star of Bethlehem ! 1 Star of Bethlehem . See Matthew ii . I. H. K. White . 2 Speaks , & c . , tells of the Saviour . TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT . Courage ...
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... singing of love and war . He usually accom- panied his songs with the harp or other instrument , and was every- where an honoured guest . The introduction of printing rendered such an occupation less necessary , and , in the reign of ...
... singing of love and war . He usually accom- panied his songs with the harp or other instrument , and was every- where an honoured guest . The introduction of printing rendered such an occupation less necessary , and , in the reign of ...
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... . ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . Hail , beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . 14 THE OLD ARM - CHAIR . The cottage door ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . 15.
... . ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . Hail , beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . 14 THE OLD ARM - CHAIR . The cottage door ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . 15.
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... beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . 16 ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . What time the daisy ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . 15 Eliza Cook Address to the Cuckoo.
... beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . 16 ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . What time the daisy ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO . 15 Eliza Cook Address to the Cuckoo.
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... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A ...
... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN BATTLE OF MORGARTEN beneath blaze brave breath bright brow burning Buttercups and Daisies Charles Mackay cheek Chevy Chase child coming cried dark death deep dream Earl Douglas Eliza Cook Excelsior fair fame fast father fought gallant gentle gleam glow grave groves hand hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre holy king lady land Lava light Little Jim little longer live Lochinvar looked Lord loud Lucy Gray Mayenne mighty Minstrel moor morning mother Netherby never say fail night o'er old Arm-chair orphan boy Percy Pilgrim pride proud Reading-Book rolled Rosabelle Scottish shout sigh sing SIR JOHN MOORE slain sleep smiled snow SOLDIER song sorrow soul sound spear star Star of Bethlehem stood stormy tempests blow sweet tears thee There's Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind Work-work-work Yarrow
Pasajes populares
Página 23 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 72 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 24 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 84 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none...
Página 41 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 57 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Página 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 16 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Página 42 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 61 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.