Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 93 ページ |
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... voices die ) 67 68 TO - MORROW 68 • A LAMENT ( Swifter far than summer's flight ) 69 A LAMENT ( O world , O life , O time ) . LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR 70 71 • To ( When passion's trance is overpast ) 72 GOOD - NIGHT 73 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR ...
... voices die ) 67 68 TO - MORROW 68 • A LAMENT ( Swifter far than summer's flight ) 69 A LAMENT ( O world , O life , O time ) . LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR 70 71 • To ( When passion's trance is overpast ) 72 GOOD - NIGHT 73 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR ...
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... voice of one delight , The winds , the birds , the ocean floods , The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's . I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea - weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore , Like light ...
... voice of one delight , The winds , the birds , the ocean floods , The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's . I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea - weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore , Like light ...
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... voice , and suddenly grow gray with fear , And tremble and despoil themselves : O hear ! IV . If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse ...
... voice , and suddenly grow gray with fear , And tremble and despoil themselves : O hear ! IV . If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse ...
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... voice and the instru- ment . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess Till they die of their own dear loveliness , And the Naiad - like ...
... voice and the instru- ment . Then the pied wind - flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess Till they die of their own dear loveliness , And the Naiad - like ...
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... hear thy shrill delight , Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud TO A SKYLARK . 53.
... hear thy shrill delight , Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud TO A SKYLARK . 53.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Ariel azure beneath blithe spirit blue boughs boundless bowers breast breath bright calm chameleons CHARLES DICKENS cloud cold cradle dark dead dear death deep delight despair DIRGE dreams earth echo eyes faint fair fairest FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE flowers forest gazing gentle green guitar harmonies heart heaven interfused kiss leaf leaves light lips magic circle mock moon mountains nest never night o'er ocean odor OZYMANDIAS pale pine POEMS FAVORITE POEMS purple QUEEN MAB R. W. EMERSON rain rocks round scattered Sensitive-Plant shattered visage silent sleep slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storms stream T. B. ALDRICH tender thee thine things thou art thou canst thy sweet to-day to-morrow tone trackless sea Trembling unseen Vest-Pocket Series violets W. D. HOWELLS wandering water's love waves weep Whilst wildwood wind wind-flowers wings winter wintry woods
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55 ページ - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
71 ページ - LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I AEISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
50 ページ - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
48 ページ - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
56 ページ - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
49 ページ - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
57 ページ - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
48 ページ - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit...
66 ページ - Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear.
54 ページ - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.