Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Tom 61859 |
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... weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill divining The glory of this place of bitter prayer ; And hoping against hope , and self ...
... weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill divining The glory of this place of bitter prayer ; And hoping against hope , and self ...
Strona 25
... my blessing and my pride . And when the world has done its worst - when life's fever fit is o'er , And the griefs that wring my weary heart can never touch it more ; How sweet to think thou may'st be near , to BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 25.
... my blessing and my pride . And when the world has done its worst - when life's fever fit is o'er , And the griefs that wring my weary heart can never touch it more ; How sweet to think thou may'st be near , to BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 25.
Strona 35
... weary from speaking over- much ; For a smile was on her lips , and there shone a kind of glory Round her hair and brow and lovely eyes , or I fancied it as such . Then she whisper'd , " Let it pass ! I will hasten to the ending , And I ...
... weary from speaking over- much ; For a smile was on her lips , and there shone a kind of glory Round her hair and brow and lovely eyes , or I fancied it as such . Then she whisper'd , " Let it pass ! I will hasten to the ending , And I ...
Strona 40
... weary wave of thought shall roll , To lift my spirit from its calm to - day ! " Then I have gone into the dim , green wood , And laid me down upon the mossy earth ; And straight a thousand shapes have risen and stood Around me , telling ...
... weary wave of thought shall roll , To lift my spirit from its calm to - day ! " Then I have gone into the dim , green wood , And laid me down upon the mossy earth ; And straight a thousand shapes have risen and stood Around me , telling ...
Strona 48
... weary , Weigh'd beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary , Clouded , even as they would weep . But they wept not - but they changed not- Never moved , and never closed ; Troubled still , and still they ranged not ...
... weary , Weigh'd beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary , Clouded , even as they would weep . But they wept not - but they changed not- Never moved , and never closed ; Troubled still , and still they ranged not ...
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AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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Strona 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Strona 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Strona 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Strona 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Strona 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Strona 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Strona 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Strona 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Strona 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.