The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volym 8, Sida 3149–3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 sidor |
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Sida 3152
... hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee ...
... hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee ...
Sida 3154
... hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) The faint pang stealest unperceived away ; Pain On thee I rest my only hope at last 3154 In the Shadow Henry Neele Sorrow Time and Grief ...
... hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) The faint pang stealest unperceived away ; Pain On thee I rest my only hope at last 3154 In the Shadow Henry Neele Sorrow Time and Grief ...
Sida 3173
... hand's weaving ; Sweet little red feet ! why should you die— Why would you leave me , sweet 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 ...
... hand's weaving ; Sweet little red feet ! why should you die— Why would you leave me , sweet 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 ...
Sida 3177
... hand's - touch so warm and kind , And I smile and talk , with the sun on my cheek , And the little live hand seems to stir and speak- For Fanny is dumb and I am blind . Fanny is sweet thirteen , and she Has fine black ringlets and dark ...
... hand's - touch so warm and kind , And I smile and talk , with the sun on my cheek , And the little live hand seems to stir and speak- For Fanny is dumb and I am blind . Fanny is sweet thirteen , and she Has fine black ringlets and dark ...
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... hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her , That I only hear as ...
... hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her , That I only hear as ...
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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.