Poetic Pearls: With Notes and IllustrationsRichard S. Rhodes Rhodes & McClure, 1885 - 407 páginas |
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... Falls . " And the Cataract Leaps in Glory " 176 Mother Come Back from the Echoless Shore . 184 Prairie Songsters . -- -202 " Light on Thy Hills , Jerusalem ! " 338 The Old Farm Gate " Awe - struck the Silent Children Hear -350 .374 GEMS ...
... Falls . " And the Cataract Leaps in Glory " 176 Mother Come Back from the Echoless Shore . 184 Prairie Songsters . -- -202 " Light on Thy Hills , Jerusalem ! " 338 The Old Farm Gate " Awe - struck the Silent Children Hear -350 .374 GEMS ...
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... Fall , O fire of heaven , and smite as fire from hell , Halls wherein men's tortures , crowned and cower- ing , dwell ! These that crouch and shrink and shudder , girt with power-- These that reign , and dare not trust one trem- bling ...
... Fall , O fire of heaven , and smite as fire from hell , Halls wherein men's tortures , crowned and cower- ing , dwell ! These that crouch and shrink and shudder , girt with power-- These that reign , and dare not trust one trem- bling ...
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... run ; Beautiful rest , with work well done . Beautiful graves , where grasses creep , Where brown leaves fall , where drifts lie deep Over worn - out hands ; oh , beautiful sleep ! 27 AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . H L. HUNT .
... run ; Beautiful rest , with work well done . Beautiful graves , where grasses creep , Where brown leaves fall , where drifts lie deep Over worn - out hands ; oh , beautiful sleep ! 27 AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . H L. HUNT .
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... fall the shadows gray , The bells are rung for even song . An hour ago the golden sun Sank slowly down into the west ; Poor , weary Hands , your toil is done ; " Tis time for rest ! - ' tis time for rest ! O weary Feet ! that many a ...
... fall the shadows gray , The bells are rung for even song . An hour ago the golden sun Sank slowly down into the west ; Poor , weary Hands , your toil is done ; " Tis time for rest ! - ' tis time for rest ! O weary Feet ! that many a ...
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... fall Of velvet snowflakes ; like the touch of down The peach just brushes ' gainst the garden wall ; The flossy ... falling of the dusk at night , The touches of her hands , and the delight- The touches of her hands ! The touches of her ...
... fall Of velvet snowflakes ; like the touch of down The peach just brushes ' gainst the garden wall ; The flossy ... falling of the dusk at night , The touches of her hands , and the delight- The touches of her hands ! The touches of her ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amber gates angels beauty Bingen blessed blue bosom breast breath bride bright brow Cæsar child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream dying earth Eatonton ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN Ella Wheeler Wilcox eyes fair fall flowers forever FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gates gentle gleam glory gold golden grave gray hand happy hath hear heart heaven hills Homeless hearts hour J. H. NEWMAN King kiss life's light lilies lips live lonely look LORD BYRON MINNEHAHA FALLS morning mother N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pain peace praise prayer rest Restless hearts Rhine river rose Santa Claus scorn shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought toil tone trembling Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 186 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 143 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 255 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 257 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 57 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 25 - Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 347 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 201 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 269 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Página 255 - She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...