Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumen 21854 |
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Beautiful poetry. BAILEY - Continued . Elissa's Dream The Centre of the Earth Festus describes his First Love Poets The Moon ... A Lyric Love Genius ... : : BARHAM , F. A Country Funeral The Execution BARNARD , LADY ANNE . Auld Robin ...
Beautiful poetry. BAILEY - Continued . Elissa's Dream The Centre of the Earth Festus describes his First Love Poets The Moon ... A Lyric Love Genius ... : : BARHAM , F. A Country Funeral The Execution BARNARD , LADY ANNE . Auld Robin ...
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... Earth and Air Courage ... A London Lyric Lowly Pleasures : : ... ... ... ... ... ... : : .. ... ... ... ... Wine Quiet ... : : 527 235 281 : : 17 41 ... 70 ... 100 153 177 232 ... 245 361 CORNWALL , BARRY - Continued . A Repose Love and ...
... Earth and Air Courage ... A London Lyric Lowly Pleasures : : ... ... ... ... ... ... : : .. ... ... ... ... Wine Quiet ... : : 527 235 281 : : 17 41 ... 70 ... 100 153 177 232 ... 245 361 CORNWALL , BARRY - Continued . A Repose Love and ...
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... Earth to the Moon PEABODY . The Autumnal Evening PERCIVAL . Poetry PHILIPS . A Northern Winter POE , EDGAR ALLEN . Dream - Land The Bells ... ... The City in the Sea Lenore POLLOK . Friends ... The Lovers ... P. 499 ... : : 179 284 ...
... Earth to the Moon PEABODY . The Autumnal Evening PERCIVAL . Poetry PHILIPS . A Northern Winter POE , EDGAR ALLEN . Dream - Land The Bells ... ... The City in the Sea Lenore POLLOK . Friends ... The Lovers ... P. 499 ... : : 179 284 ...
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... earth below , The scourge grew red , the lip grew pale with fasting , And man's oblation was his fear and woe ! Then through great temples swell'd the dismal moaning Of dirge - like music and sepulchral prayer ; Pale wizard priests , o ...
... earth below , The scourge grew red , the lip grew pale with fasting , And man's oblation was his fear and woe ! Then through great temples swell'd the dismal moaning Of dirge - like music and sepulchral prayer ; Pale wizard priests , o ...
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... earth seem our Father's temple , Each loving life a psalm of gratitude . Then shall all shackles fall ; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger , And in its ashes ...
... earth seem our Father's temple , Each loving life a psalm of gratitude . Then shall all shackles fall ; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger , And in its ashes ...
Términos y frases comunes
Advertisements angels AUCTIONS beauty beneath bird blue bound breath bright child Church cloth clouds complete dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall feel flowers friends gentle give glad grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN JOURNAL kind land leaves light lips live look morning Nature never night numbers o'er once Passages poem POETRY POETS poor Property Published ready rest rose round SACRED Sales seen sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stand stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree voice wanted wave wild wind wings young youth
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Página 499 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 459 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Página 444 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 459 - mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it...
Página 417 - And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Página 456 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar and to anticipate the skies.
Página 499 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Página 416 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Página 502 - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
Página 461 - Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush ; Like the linnet in the bush To the mother-linnet's note Moduling her slender throat ; Chirping forth thy petty joys, Wanton in the change of toys, Like the linnet green, in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad...