Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Том 31855 |
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... A Bird Singing Moonlight The Passage ... ... 32 340 430 476 485 509 154 34 35 68 84 120 126 141 143 ... 151 177 192 192 : 208 : 217 237 : 250 252 262 ANONYMOUS - continued . A Contrast The Moon The Grave CONTENTS PAGE.
... A Bird Singing Moonlight The Passage ... ... 32 340 430 476 485 509 154 34 35 68 84 120 126 141 143 ... 151 177 192 192 : 208 : 217 237 : 250 252 262 ANONYMOUS - continued . A Contrast The Moon The Grave CONTENTS PAGE.
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... passage from a poem entitled The Buccaneer , by RICHARD H. DANA , one of the best of the American poets . THE island lies nine leagues away ; Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock and sandy bay No sound but ocean's roar , Save where ...
... passage from a poem entitled The Buccaneer , by RICHARD H. DANA , one of the best of the American poets . THE island lies nine leagues away ; Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock and sandy bay No sound but ocean's roar , Save where ...
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... Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries . - Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture , and forming altogether a complete Book of Devotional Poetry . Edited by H. G. ADAMS . BEAUTIES OF ALL THE POETS . In ...
... Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries . - Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture , and forming altogether a complete Book of Devotional Poetry . Edited by H. G. ADAMS . BEAUTIES OF ALL THE POETS . In ...
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... passages in his works is the following , which will come home to every bosom and call forth many a sigh for " Auld Lang Syne . " TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village green With magic tints to harmonise the scene ; Still'd is the ...
... passages in his works is the following , which will come home to every bosom and call forth many a sigh for " Auld Lang Syne . " TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village green With magic tints to harmonise the scene ; Still'd is the ...
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... Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries .-- Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture , and forming altogether a complete Book of Devotional Poetry . Edited by H. G. ADAMS . BEAUTIES OF ALL THE POETS . In ...
... Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries .-- Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture , and forming altogether a complete Book of Devotional Poetry . Edited by H. G. ADAMS . BEAUTIES OF ALL THE POETS . In ...
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Страница 200 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Страница 198 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Страница 189 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Страница 215 - Or the seven stars to light you, Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John or Robin bold ; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair Hostess Merriment Down beside the pasture Trent, For he left the merry tale Messenger for spicy ale.
Страница 208 - THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the" landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore, Though evening with her richest dye Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree...
Страница 194 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.
Страница 198 - None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more But even then I "heard her close the door, The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone.
Страница 221 - Call for the robin redbreast, and the -wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Страница 200 - 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...
Страница 194 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!