The Fireside Encyclopaedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most Famous Writers, English and AmericanHenry Troth Coates Porter & Coates, 1881 - 1002 ページ |
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... soft regret For joys scarce known ; Sweet looks we half forget ; All else is flown ! Ah ! with what thankless heart I mourn and sing ! Look , where our children start , Like sudden spring ! With tongues all sweet and low , Like a ...
... soft regret For joys scarce known ; Sweet looks we half forget ; All else is flown ! Ah ! with what thankless heart I mourn and sing ! Look , where our children start , Like sudden spring ! With tongues all sweet and low , Like a ...
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... soft winds fann'd ; She faded midst Italian flowers- The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who play'd Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they pray'd Around one parent knee ! They that with smiles ...
... soft winds fann'd ; She faded midst Italian flowers- The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who play'd Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they pray'd Around one parent knee ! They that with smiles ...
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... soft as July peaches ; Lips whose velvet scarlet teaches Poppies paleness ; round large eyes Ever great with new surprise ; Minutes filled with shadeless gladness ; Minutes just as brimm'd with sadness ; Happy smiles and wailing cries ...
... soft as July peaches ; Lips whose velvet scarlet teaches Poppies paleness ; round large eyes Ever great with new surprise ; Minutes filled with shadeless gladness ; Minutes just as brimm'd with sadness ; Happy smiles and wailing cries ...
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... soft - cheek'd peaches blush'd and fell , The ivory chestnut burst its shell , The grapes hung purpling in the grange ; And time wrought just as rich a change In little Baby Bell . Her lissome form more perfect grew , And in her ...
... soft - cheek'd peaches blush'd and fell , The ivory chestnut burst its shell , The grapes hung purpling in the grange ; And time wrought just as rich a change In little Baby Bell . Her lissome form more perfect grew , And in her ...
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... Soft and easy is thy cradle : Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay , When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay . Blessed Babe ! what glorious features , - Spotless fair , divinely bright ! Must He dwell with brutal ...
... Soft and easy is thy cradle : Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay , When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay . Blessed Babe ! what glorious features , - Spotless fair , divinely bright ! Must He dwell with brutal ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bless bonny bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory grace grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heire of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hour JOHN KEATS king lady land light lips live look look'd Lord maid milldams morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
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848 ページ - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
452 ページ - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
631 ページ - The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
646 ページ - As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of...
340 ページ - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
219 ページ - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
693 ページ - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice 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 tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening...
140 ページ - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
858 ページ - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
503 ページ - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.