Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 страници |
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... once , with Eve by his side . What's the world , my lass , my love ! - what can it do ? I am thine , and thou art mine ; life is sweet and new . If the world have missed the mark , let it stand by ; For we two have gotten leave , and once ...
... once , with Eve by his side . What's the world , my lass , my love ! - what can it do ? I am thine , and thou art mine ; life is sweet and new . If the world have missed the mark , let it stand by ; For we two have gotten leave , and once ...
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... once more , - If I could mend a broken cart to - day , To - morrow make a kite to reach the sky , There is no woman in God's world could say She was more blissfully content than I. But ah ! the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumpled ...
... once more , - If I could mend a broken cart to - day , To - morrow make a kite to reach the sky , There is no woman in God's world could say She was more blissfully content than I. But ah ! the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumpled ...
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... how I long to be wandering , wandering Through the green meadows and over the hill ; Sisters are calling me , brothers are calling me , Calling me , calling me , calling me still . Oh , once more to be home again , home 48 GOLDEN POEMS.
... how I long to be wandering , wandering Through the green meadows and over the hill ; Sisters are calling me , brothers are calling me , Calling me , calling me , calling me still . Oh , once more to be home again , home 48 GOLDEN POEMS.
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Francis Fisher Browne. Oh , once more to be home again , home again , Dark grows my sight , and the evening is chill , - Do you not hear how the voices are calling me , Calling me , calling me , calling me still ? JAMES THOMAS FIELDS ...
Francis Fisher Browne. Oh , once more to be home again , home again , Dark grows my sight , and the evening is chill , - Do you not hear how the voices are calling me , Calling me , calling me , calling me still ? JAMES THOMAS FIELDS ...
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... once be every care forgot ; Let gentle peace assert her power , And kind affection rule the hour . We ' re all all here . We ' re not all here ! Some are away , the dead ones dear . Who thronged with us this ancient hearth , And gave ...
... once be every care forgot ; Let gentle peace assert her power , And kind affection rule the hour . We ' re all all here . We ' re not all here ! Some are away , the dead ones dear . Who thronged with us this ancient hearth , And gave ...
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ain countree auld auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath breeze bright brow clouds cuddle doon dark darling dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair float flowers glory golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN John Anderson kiss land light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morn mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF ROBERT BURNS rose round sail shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tree violet voice wake warm waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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Страница 80 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Страница 87 - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such, as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
Страница 109 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Страница 156 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Страница 78 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves...
Страница 80 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Страница 102 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Страница 420 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Страница 86 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 109 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...