Selections in poetry, Volume 511863 - English poetry - 176 pages |
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... face , Its beautiful sublimities , And every softer grace , And not confess how passing fair , Had evil never enter'd there ? The glories of the summer - noon , The splendour of the beam ; The night's more gentle loveliness , The moon's ...
... face , Its beautiful sublimities , And every softer grace , And not confess how passing fair , Had evil never enter'd there ? The glories of the summer - noon , The splendour of the beam ; The night's more gentle loveliness , The moon's ...
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... face of the dead , And bitterly thought on the morrow . We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed , And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow . Lightly ...
... face of the dead , And bitterly thought on the morrow . We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed , And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow . Lightly ...
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... face was bow'd on the cold damp ground , He raised his head , his tears were done , The father had pray'd o'er an only son ! Time . ON ! on our moments hurry by Like shadows of a passing cloud , Till general darkness wraps the sky ...
... face was bow'd on the cold damp ground , He raised his head , his tears were done , The father had pray'd o'er an only son ! Time . ON ! on our moments hurry by Like shadows of a passing cloud , Till general darkness wraps the sky ...
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... face Like slumbers trustingly serene , In melancholy grace . Deep in her bosom lay his head , With half - shut violet eye ; He had known little of her dread , Nought of her agony ! Oh , human love ! whose yearning heart , . Through all ...
... face Like slumbers trustingly serene , In melancholy grace . Deep in her bosom lay his head , With half - shut violet eye ; He had known little of her dread , Nought of her agony ! Oh , human love ! whose yearning heart , . Through all ...
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... face I look'd and smil'd ; My mother through her tears replied ' You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! ' And now they ' ve toll'd my mother's knell , And I'm no more a parent's joy , — O lady ! I have learn'd too well What ' t is ...
... face I look'd and smil'd ; My mother through her tears replied ' You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! ' And now they ' ve toll'd my mother's knell , And I'm no more a parent's joy , — O lady ! I have learn'd too well What ' t is ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.