Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs for All Seasons. Browning's Lyrics of LifeJ.R. Osgood, 1871 |
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... seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttered , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For in my heart I prayed with him , And still I thought of thee . But now , alas ...
... seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttered , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For in my heart I prayed with him , And still I thought of thee . But now , alas ...
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... Gleamed redder than the moon . Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away ; As , sweeping and eddying through them , Rose the THE BRIDGE.
... Gleamed redder than the moon . Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away ; As , sweeping and eddying through them , Rose the THE BRIDGE.
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... Seemed greater than I could bear . But now it has fallen from me , It is buried in the sea ; And only the sorrow of others Throws it shadow over me . Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers , Like the odor of ...
... Seemed greater than I could bear . But now it has fallen from me , It is buried in the sea ; And only the sorrow of others Throws it shadow over me . Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers , Like the odor of ...
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... seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark . Oft died the words upon our lips , As suddenly , from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships , The flames would leap and then expire . And , as their splendor flashed and ...
... seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark . Oft died the words upon our lips , As suddenly , from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships , The flames would leap and then expire . And , as their splendor flashed and ...
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... seemed to me at most As a phantom , or a ghost . But at length the feverish day Like a passion died away , And the night , serene and still , Fell on village , vale , and hill . Then the moon , in all her pride , Like a spirit glorified ...
... seemed to me at most As a phantom , or a ghost . But at length the feverish day Like a passion died away , And the night , serene and still , Fell on village , vale , and hill . Then the moon , in all her pride , Like a spirit glorified ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel beautiful beneath birds blossom blow bosom breast breath bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Clara Vere Clement Marot cloud cried dark dead dear death door dream earth Excelsior eyes face feet flame flowers fold forever Forever never Gismond gleam gold golden grave Guido Reni guilders hand happy HAPPY DAY hear heard heart heaven King kiss land LAST DUCHESS leaves Let them rave light lips little birdie live look Maud moon morning mother never night o'er Oriana peace PIED PIPER Piper praise Queen rain red planet Mars rest ride Ring Ringlet river rose rose-tree round sail Sandalphon shadow shining silent Singing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star stept sweet tears thee thine thou turn Vere de Vere voice weary Weser wild WILD BELLS wind yonder youth are long
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Page 67 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 7 - twas all one! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Page 71 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 16 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 51 - Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence...
Page 4 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 37 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 68 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 36 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 9 - Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.