The Evergreen: Beautiful Bouquets Culled from the Poets of All CountriesFrederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 ページ |
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... hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are they ? Think not of them , thou hast thy music too ; While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day , And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue , Then in a wailful choir the ...
... hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are they ? Think not of them , thou hast thy music too ; While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day , And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue , Then in a wailful choir the ...
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... hours , In the pale blue sky ? Where's the once red regal rose ? And the lily , love enchanted ? And the pensée , which arose Like a thought earth - planted ? Some are withered - somc are dead- Others now have no perfume ; This doth ...
... hours , In the pale blue sky ? Where's the once red regal rose ? And the lily , love enchanted ? And the pensée , which arose Like a thought earth - planted ? Some are withered - somc are dead- Others now have no perfume ; This doth ...
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... hours the plaint of love . Blossoms of peace , once in my pathway springing , Where have your brightness and your splendour gone ? And thou - whose voice to me came sweet as singing , What region holds thee in the vast unknown ? What ...
... hours the plaint of love . Blossoms of peace , once in my pathway springing , Where have your brightness and your splendour gone ? And thou - whose voice to me came sweet as singing , What region holds thee in the vast unknown ? What ...
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... hours , And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : To fill with worm - holes stately monuments , To feed oblivion with decay of things , To blot old books , and alter their contents , To pluck the quills from ancient ravens ...
... hours , And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : To fill with worm - holes stately monuments , To feed oblivion with decay of things , To blot old books , and alter their contents , To pluck the quills from ancient ravens ...
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... hours , And points us to the stars - the waneless stars That whisper an hereafter to our souls ; It breathes upon our spirits a rich balm , And with its tender tones and melody Draws mercy from the warrior - and proclaims A morn of ...
... hours , And points us to the stars - the waneless stars That whisper an hereafter to our souls ; It breathes upon our spirits a rich balm , And with its tender tones and melody Draws mercy from the warrior - and proclaims A morn of ...
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12 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 ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
28 ページ - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
114 ページ - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
32 ページ - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
1 ページ - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
1 ページ - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer...
26 ページ - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
18 ページ - On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!
123 ページ - Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow...
1 ページ - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...