Popular Poetry: a selection of pieces old and new, adapted for general useBurns & Lambert, 1862 - 220 ページ |
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... heart Of the dull winter's length , And yearn to see thy cheerful face again . On the fresh blade Glistens the rime of morn , Waiting for thee to come , And with thy breath exhale it to the skies . For thee the bud Its fragile form ...
... heart Of the dull winter's length , And yearn to see thy cheerful face again . On the fresh blade Glistens the rime of morn , Waiting for thee to come , And with thy breath exhale it to the skies . For thee the bud Its fragile form ...
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... heart sad , bou makest the sad heart gay . , and calls to his gloomy train , and the snow , and the wind , and the rain ; shrink away , and they flee in fear , thy merry step draws near . giveth the fields , and the trees so old , ir ...
... heart sad , bou makest the sad heart gay . , and calls to his gloomy train , and the snow , and the wind , and the rain ; shrink away , and they flee in fear , thy merry step draws near . giveth the fields , and the trees so old , ir ...
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... heart sad , And thou - thou makest the sad heart gay . He sees thee , and calls to his gloomy train , The sleet , and the snow , and the wind , and the rain ; And they shrink away , and they flee in fear , When thy merry step draws near ...
... heart sad , And thou - thou makest the sad heart gay . He sees thee , and calls to his gloomy train , The sleet , and the snow , and the wind , and the rain ; And they shrink away , and they flee in fear , When thy merry step draws near ...
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... Hearts pure as thine with thee to play , And own the consummated Spring . To hands by deeds unblest defiled , In vain the whiteness of thy thorn ; Proud souls , where lurks no more the child , For them thy violet is unborn . For breasts ...
... Hearts pure as thine with thee to play , And own the consummated Spring . To hands by deeds unblest defiled , In vain the whiteness of thy thorn ; Proud souls , where lurks no more the child , For them thy violet is unborn . For breasts ...
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... heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and coloured wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . When the bright sunset fills The ...
... heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and coloured wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . When the bright sunset fills The ...
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bear beauty bells bird bless blow boys breast breath bright busy cheerful child close clouds cold comes creeping dark dear death deep delight dwell earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers gentle give golden gone grave green grow hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour land leaves light live lonely look meet merry morn mountain nature never night o'er once past peace play poor rain rest rise rocks round sail scene seen side sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spread Spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree true voice warm wave weary wide wild wind wing WINTER woods young
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184 ページ - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
184 ページ - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
63 ページ - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
74 ページ - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands...
87 ページ - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
183 ページ - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
108 ページ - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
137 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
109 ページ - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
183 ページ - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...