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
... GOLDEN " Jerusalem The Golden " .Gerald Massey 3445 The New Jerusalem Unknown 3446 My Ain Countree Mary Lee Demarest 3448 Peace Paradise .Henry Vaughan 3449 .Frederick William Faber . 3449 The World .Henry Vaughan 3450 The White Island ...
... GOLDEN " Jerusalem The Golden " .Gerald Massey 3445 The New Jerusalem Unknown 3446 My Ain Countree Mary Lee Demarest 3448 Peace Paradise .Henry Vaughan 3449 .Frederick William Faber . 3449 The World .Henry Vaughan 3450 The White Island ...
Sida 3158
... golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea . And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June , The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon . Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And ...
... golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea . And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June , The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon . Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And ...
Sida 3162
... golden sun was sinking , O merrie sang that Birde as it glittered on her breast With a thousand glorious dyes , While , soaring to the skies , ' Mid the stars she seemed to rise , As to her nest ; As I laye a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge ...
... golden sun was sinking , O merrie sang that Birde as it glittered on her breast With a thousand glorious dyes , While , soaring to the skies , ' Mid the stars she seemed to rise , As to her nest ; As I laye a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge ...
Sida 3165
... golden hour , Through many a weary year . I may not to the world impart The secret of its power , But treasured in my inmost heart , I keep my faded flower . Where is the heart that doth not keep , Within its inmost core , Some fond ...
... golden hour , Through many a weary year . I may not to the world impart The secret of its power , But treasured in my inmost heart , I keep my faded flower . Where is the heart that doth not keep , Within its inmost core , Some fond ...
Sida 3167
... golden mists are born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms- Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such ...
... golden mists are born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms- Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April April 27 beauty beneath biographical data available bird Born at London boys breast breath bright Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes face fair fear feet flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ireland John King kiss Lady Lamb of God land light living Lord Lycidas March morning mortal mourn never night November o'er October October 19 pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things THOMAS thou art thought voice Walter Savage Landor wandering weep WILLIAM 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.