Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper, 1882 - 958 páginas |
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... Thought ..... 438 Battle Hymn and Farewell to Life ..... 542 Kemble , Frances Anne , Lacoste , Marie R. Lines Written in London ...... 694 Somebody's Darling .... 915 Written after leaving West Point .. 694 Laighton , Albert . Ken ...
... Thought ..... 438 Battle Hymn and Farewell to Life ..... 542 Kemble , Frances Anne , Lacoste , Marie R. Lines Written in London ...... 694 Somebody's Darling .... 915 Written after leaving West Point .. 694 Laighton , Albert . Ken ...
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... Thought . 828 Stanzas from " In Memoriam " . From " A Southern Spring " 828 Tears , Idle Tears ........ Sonnets .... 829 From " The Golden Year " Timrod , William H. Tennyson , Charles ( see Turner ) . Lines to Harry . 420 Tennyson ...
... Thought . 828 Stanzas from " In Memoriam " . From " A Southern Spring " 828 Tears , Idle Tears ........ Sonnets .... 829 From " The Golden Year " Timrod , William H. Tennyson , Charles ( see Turner ) . Lines to Harry . 420 Tennyson ...
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... Thought I , " This path somewhither goeth , pardé ! ” And so I followéd , till it me brought To right a pleasant herberR well y - wrought , That was y - benchéd ; and with turfés new Freshly y - turved , whereof the greené grass So ...
... Thought I , " This path somewhither goeth , pardé ! ” And so I followéd , till it me brought To right a pleasant herberR well y - wrought , That was y - benchéd ; and with turfés new Freshly y - turved , whereof the greené grass So ...
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... thoughts appear ; And every thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thought did rise . I saw the little boy , In thought how oft that he Did wish of God to ' scape the rod , A tall ...
... thoughts appear ; And every thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thought did rise . I saw the little boy , In thought how oft that he Did wish of God to ' scape the rod , A tall ...
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... thought I , -Jesus , Lord , When thou shalt judge us all , Hard is it to record On these men what will fall ! Yet , Lord , I thee desire , For that they do to me , Let them not taste the hire Of their iniquity . Sir Edward Dyer . Born ...
... thought I , -Jesus , Lord , When thou shalt judge us all , Hard is it to record On these men what will fall ! Yet , Lord , I thee desire , For that they do to me , Let them not taste the hire Of their iniquity . Sir Edward Dyer . Born ...
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Página 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Página 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 188 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 664 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Página 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
Página 93 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead...
Página 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Página 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!