The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volym 8, Sida 3149–3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 sidor |
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Sida 3144
... Bird , Let Loose in Eastern Skies " .Thomas Moore 3469 " He Liveth Long who Liveth Well " . Horatius Borar 3470 The Master's Touch .Horatius Bonar 3471 How We Learn .Horatius Bonar 3471 Love . .George Herbert 3472 The Collar George ...
... Bird , Let Loose in Eastern Skies " .Thomas Moore 3469 " He Liveth Long who Liveth Well " . Horatius Borar 3470 The Master's Touch .Horatius Bonar 3471 How We Learn .Horatius Bonar 3471 Love . .George Herbert 3472 The Collar George ...
Sida 3155
... bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient shower Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : — Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee alone , a cure ! William ...
... bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient shower Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : — Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee alone , a cure ! William ...
Sida 3167
... a voice of one delight , The winds , the birds , the ocean - floods , The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's . I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples Percy Bysshe Shelley.
... a voice of one delight , The winds , the birds , the ocean - floods , The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's . I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Sida 3169
... birds ; as if the day's last hour in rings Of strenuous flight must die . Sun - steeped in fire , the homeward pinions sway Above the dovecote - tops ; And clouds of starlings , ere they rest with day , Sink , clamorous like mill ...
... birds ; as if the day's last hour in rings Of strenuous flight must die . Sun - steeped in fire , the homeward pinions sway Above the dovecote - tops ; And clouds of starlings , ere they rest with day , Sink , clamorous like mill ...
Sida 3173
... bird ! why ? You lived alone in the forest tree , Why , pretty thing ! would you not live with me ? I kissed you oft and gave you white peas ; Why not live sweetly , as in the green trees ? John Keats [ 1795-1821 ] " SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL ...
... bird ! why ? You lived alone in the forest tree , Why , pretty thing ! would you not live with me ? I kissed you oft and gave you white peas ; Why not live sweetly , as in the green trees ? John Keats [ 1795-1821 ] " SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April beauty beneath bird Born at London boys breast breath bright brow Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream dust earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eternal eyes face fade fair fear feet Felicia Dorothea Hemans flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Horatius Bonar hour John King kiss land life's light living Lord Lycidas morning mortal mourn never night o'er pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose round Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tomb voice wake Walter Savage Landor wandering weep William William Ernest Henley wind wings York City
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Sida 3265 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Sida 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Sida 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Sida 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Sida 3299 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
Sida 3157 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
Sida 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Sida 3402 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Sida 3541 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Sida 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.