Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 |
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... feet In violets blue as your eyes , To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise . . The slender acacia would not shake One long milk - bloom on the tree ; The white lake - blossom fell into the lake , As the ...
... feet In violets blue as your eyes , To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise . . The slender acacia would not shake One long milk - bloom on the tree ; The white lake - blossom fell into the lake , As the ...
Strona 16
... Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet , And blossom in purple and red . " O love , they die in yon rich sky 16 FAVORITE POEMS .
... Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet , And blossom in purple and red . " O love , they die in yon rich sky 16 FAVORITE POEMS .
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... we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet ? O let us in , though late , to kiss his feet ! No , no , too late ! ye cannot enter now . RING OUT , WILD BELLS . AR ING out , 26 FAVORITE POEMS . SONG OF THE NOVICE TO QUEEN GUINEVERE.
... we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet ? O let us in , though late , to kiss his feet ! No , no , too late ! ye cannot enter now . RING OUT , WILD BELLS . AR ING out , 26 FAVORITE POEMS . SONG OF THE NOVICE TO QUEEN GUINEVERE.
Strona 29
... feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , " I have sung many songs , But never a ...
... feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , " I have sung many songs , But never a ...
Strona 47
... feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the love of me ...
... feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the love of me ...
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
ALFRED TENNYSON beggar maid blessed break brimming river bugle call me early Claribel low-lieth comb Cophetua dark dying Earl was fair echoes Effie fall Farringford Edition flow To join flowers Forever and forever garden glad New-year go on forever golden hand happy hear heart heaven holy Grail HOME THEY BROUGHT Illustrated join the brimming kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott Lancelot land last New-year late LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN Let me fly light little birdie little grave Low adown Maud mermen midnight the moon Milking the cow moon cometh mother dear night QUEEN GUINEVERE Ring rivulet Robin rode rose shines silent night SIR LAUNCELOT snowdrop snowy SONG soul stept Swallow sweet sweeter tears thee my steps There's thou thro To-morrow ill tower'd Camelot turn thy wheel turret and tree valley Vere de Vere wild bells wild wheel wind ye cannot enter yon rich sky
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Strona 20 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Strona 19 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 16 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
Strona 90 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 12 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone '' She is weary of dance and play.'' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 30 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Strona 27 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Strona 65 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
Strona 39 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Strona 27 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.