The Diosma, a PerennialPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 287 страници |
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... play , The tints and freshness of its early day . She comes ! she comes ! her voice is in mine ear , Her mild , sweet voice , that sings , and sings for ever , Whose streams of song sweet thoughts awake to hear , Like flowers that haunt ...
... play , The tints and freshness of its early day . She comes ! she comes ! her voice is in mine ear , Her mild , sweet voice , that sings , and sings for ever , Whose streams of song sweet thoughts awake to hear , Like flowers that haunt ...
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... play ; And shut the closet door . Sweet innocent ! he little thinks , The slightest thought expressed , Of him that's lost , how deep it sinks Within a mother's breast . H. F. GOULD . THE MOTHER'S DREAM And I will give him the morning ...
... play ; And shut the closet door . Sweet innocent ! he little thinks , The slightest thought expressed , Of him that's lost , how deep it sinks Within a mother's breast . H. F. GOULD . THE MOTHER'S DREAM And I will give him the morning ...
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... play the tune That sounds beneath it now ? Not all the silver of the mine , Nor human power , could bring Another moon like her to shine , Or make a cricket sing . I know that , when the crickets trill Their plaintive strains by night ...
... play the tune That sounds beneath it now ? Not all the silver of the mine , Nor human power , could bring Another moon like her to shine , Or make a cricket sing . I know that , when the crickets trill Their plaintive strains by night ...
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... playing , and leaping to thee , Painting the rainbow of hopes till they seem Brighter than reason , - What shall I call thee ? too true for a dream ! My glory ? My sun ? These cannot name thee , thou Beautiful One ! Brilliant ...
... playing , and leaping to thee , Painting the rainbow of hopes till they seem Brighter than reason , - What shall I call thee ? too true for a dream ! My glory ? My sun ? These cannot name thee , thou Beautiful One ! Brilliant ...
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... playing , - Spread the sails , the waves are swelling Proudly round thy buoyant dwelling : Fare thee well ! and when at sea Think on those that sigh for thee . When from home and land receding , And from hearts that ache to bleeding ...
... playing , - Spread the sails , the waves are swelling Proudly round thy buoyant dwelling : Fare thee well ! and when at sea Think on those that sigh for thee . When from home and land receding , And from hearts that ache to bleeding ...
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angel BARRY CORNWALL beaming beauty bless bloom bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold crickets sing dark dead dear death dream earth earthly empty name fair fear feel flowers fountain friends glad gloom glory glow golden grave green grief H. F. GOULD hand hath heart heart of youth Heaven holy hope hopes and fears hour leaves LEIGH HUNT life's light lips little foot lonely long while ago look lute lyre memory morn Morning Star MORPETH mortal may know mother never night numbers o'er pale peace prayer pure rest rills rose round seemed shed shine sigh sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars SUNNY BROW sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree Twas twill voice wandering warm wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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Страница 121 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Страница 189 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Страница 145 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious 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.
Страница 131 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place, Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, — and been to be no more ; Of me, — my day, — the name I bore.
Страница 205 - Thee, when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance...
Страница 190 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick!
Страница 144 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Страница 126 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.
Страница 85 - Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wintry wold alone to be : Weep not for Her...
Страница 84 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...