Selections in poetry, Volumen 511863 - 176 páginas |
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... gone , And her dwelling - place now is the cold church - yard lone , And the form whereon beauty had set its own seal Now the shroud and the coffin do darkly conceal , And , a moment to earth , a brief moment but giv'n , Far away she ...
... gone , And her dwelling - place now is the cold church - yard lone , And the form whereon beauty had set its own seal Now the shroud and the coffin do darkly conceal , And , a moment to earth , a brief moment but giv'n , Far away she ...
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... gone . Ah such is the type of our life's early promise ! So , passing the spring - tide of joy we have known , Every wave , that we danced on at morning , ebbs from us , And leaves us at - eve on - the - cold - beach alone . Ne'er tell ...
... gone . Ah such is the type of our life's early promise ! So , passing the spring - tide of joy we have known , Every wave , that we danced on at morning , ebbs from us , And leaves us at - eve on - the - cold - beach alone . Ne'er tell ...
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... gone . I inquired of a peasant , who journey'd that way , Where Mary was gone to ! he bow'd his - grey head : He spoke not a word -- but I knew he would say That Mary the gate - keeper's daughter was dead . And sure ' t was a fact ; she ...
... gone . I inquired of a peasant , who journey'd that way , Where Mary was gone to ! he bow'd his - grey head : He spoke not a word -- but I knew he would say That Mary the gate - keeper's daughter was dead . And sure ' t was a fact ; she ...
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... gone down at sea , When heav'n was all tranquillity ! A something light as air a look , ― A word unkind or wrongly taken Oh ! love , that never tempests shook , A breath , a touch like this , hath shaken . And ruder words will soon rush ...
... gone down at sea , When heav'n was all tranquillity ! A something light as air a look , ― A word unkind or wrongly taken Oh ! love , that never tempests shook , A breath , a touch like this , hath shaken . And ruder words will soon rush ...
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... gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for retiring ; But we heard , by the ...
... gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for retiring ; But we heard , by the ...
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Alfred Tennyson All's Barry Cornwall beam beauty behold Bernard Barton blessing blest bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cold Countess of Blessington dark dark waving dear deep dreams e'en e'er earth Edmeston England England's dead eyes fair fame fire flame flower of Eden flowers gate-keeper's daughter glory glow gone grace grave happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans hill honour kiss'd land light living sacrifice Loch na Garr look Lord Lord Macaulay loud lyre Martin Farquhar Tupper mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er ocean pale pass'd Pilgrim Fathers poor praise pride proud repose roll'd round shalt shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm sweet tears tempest There's thine thou thought toil waves weep wept wild wind wings young
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Página 73 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 46 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Página 118 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 172 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 139 - Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark...
Página 26 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Página 54 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 150 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 138 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 172 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.