The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].James Burns, 1847 - 186 ページ |
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... Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of ... Thou fliest thy vocal vale ; 10 FATHER WILLIAM . An annual guest in other lands PT . 1 . Time CONTENTS.
... Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of ... Thou fliest thy vocal vale ; 10 FATHER WILLIAM . An annual guest in other lands PT . 1 . Time CONTENTS.
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... Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . LOGAN . FATHER WILLIAM . " You are old , Father ...
... Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . LOGAN . FATHER WILLIAM . " You are old , Father ...
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... thou stretchest o'er his flight . Thou hast thy frowns - with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat , Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of hail and sleet ; Thence the consuming lightnings break , There the strong ...
... thou stretchest o'er his flight . Thou hast thy frowns - with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat , Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of hail and sleet ; Thence the consuming lightnings break , There the strong ...
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... Thou art a wanderer free ; Tell me if thou its place can'st find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply : " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds ...
... Thou art a wanderer free ; Tell me if thou its place can'st find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply : " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds ...
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... Thou hast touch'd with glory his thousand isles , Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam , And gladden'd the sailor like words from home . To the solemn depths of the forest shades Thou art streaming on thro ' their green ...
... Thou hast touch'd with glory his thousand isles , Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam , And gladden'd the sailor like words from home . To the solemn depths of the forest shades Thou art streaming on thro ' their green ...
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ADAM AND EVE beauty behold beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead dear death deep doth dreadful E'en earth eyes fair falchion fear fire flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green grove hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord lowly Lycidas Mayenne morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd peace pomp praise pray rise round S. T. COLERIDGE secret share shade SHAKSPERE sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star stream swain sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee thine things thou art thou hast thought voice wandering wave weep wild wind woods YEAR'S DAY youth
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28 ページ - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
51 ページ - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
156 ページ - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
133 ページ - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
156 ページ - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
121 ページ - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
118 ページ - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
116 ページ - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
34 ページ - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
104 ページ - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.