The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volym 8, Sida 3149–3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 sidor |
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Sida 3157
... night I long for rest . Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still ...
... night I long for rest . Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still ...
Sida 3158
... night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE BRIDGE I STOOD On the bridge at midnight , As ...
... night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE BRIDGE I STOOD On the bridge at midnight , As ...
Sida 3166
... night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false ! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not ...
... night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false ! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not ...
Sida 3169
... night At length must make an end . And now the mustering rooks innumerable Together sail and soar , While for the day's death , like a tolling knell , Unto the heart they seem to cry , Farewell , No more , farewell , no more ! Is Hope ...
... night At length must make an end . And now the mustering rooks innumerable Together sail and soar , While for the day's death , like a tolling knell , Unto the heart they seem to cry , Farewell , No more , farewell , no more ! Is Hope ...
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... night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurled- Anywhere , anywhere Out of the world ! 3183 In she ...
... night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurled- Anywhere , anywhere Out of the world ! 3183 In she ...
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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.