Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 93 ページ |
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... weep - my tears revive it not ; I sigh - it breathes no more on me ; Its mute and uncomplaining lot Is such as mine should be . STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES . HE sun is ON A FADED VIOLET . 15 ON A FADED VIOLET.
... weep - my tears revive it not ; I sigh - it breathes no more on me ; Its mute and uncomplaining lot Is such as mine should be . STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES . HE sun is ON A FADED VIOLET . 15 ON A FADED VIOLET.
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... weep away the life of care Which I have borne , and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last inonotony . Some ...
... weep away the life of care Which I have borne , and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last inonotony . Some ...
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... weep . Swift summer into the autumn flowed , And frost in the mist of the morning rode , Though the noonday sun looked clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved ...
... weep . Swift summer into the autumn flowed , And frost in the mist of the morning rode , Though the noonday sun looked clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved ...
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... ere night Make glad the day , Whilst yet the calm hours creep , · Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . SONG . ARELY , rarely , comest thou , Spirit 64 FAVORITE POEMS . MUTABILITY SONG (Rarely, rarely, comest thou)
... ere night Make glad the day , Whilst yet the calm hours creep , · Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . SONG . ARELY , rarely , comest thou , Spirit 64 FAVORITE POEMS . MUTABILITY SONG (Rarely, rarely, comest thou)
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... weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , ― And dream the rest and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen , Couldst thou but be as thou hast been . After the slumber of the year The ...
... weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , ― And dream the rest and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen , Couldst thou but be as thou hast been . After the slumber of the year The ...
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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.