Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 |
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... sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : - I hear , I hear — with joy I hear ! But ...
... sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : - I hear , I hear — with joy I hear ! But ...
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... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been amongst us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom - better none ; The latter Sydney , Marvel ...
... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been amongst us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom - better none ; The latter Sydney , Marvel ...
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... sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; - The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years ; and , to his eye , There was but one beloved face on earth- And that was shining on him ...
... sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; - The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years ; and , to his eye , There was but one beloved face on earth- And that was shining on him ...
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... sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , -but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He is rarely seen in the great ...
... sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , -but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He is rarely seen in the great ...
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... sweet and effective , and he is a good musician ; -to hear him sing one of his own melodies , is , indeed , a rich treat . In person he is " Little , " and the expression of his countenance is rather joyous than dignified ; there is ...
... sweet and effective , and he is a good musician ; -to hear him sing one of his own melodies , is , indeed , a rich treat . In person he is " Little , " and the expression of his countenance is rather joyous than dignified ; there is ...
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Strona 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Strona 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strona 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Strona 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Strona 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Strona 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Strona 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Strona 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Strona 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Strona 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.