Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - 449 sider |
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... wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts , thy most curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another Spring to ...
... wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts , thy most curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another Spring to ...
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... wander at will through the bud - laden land , - All the air a sweet psalm , And the meadow a palm , — As a blue vein meanders a liberal hand . When the school - master's daughter With her hands scooped the water , And laughingly ...
... wander at will through the bud - laden land , - All the air a sweet psalm , And the meadow a palm , — As a blue vein meanders a liberal hand . When the school - master's daughter With her hands scooped the water , And laughingly ...
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... wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; " And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG . I. THERE is sweet music here that softer ...
... wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; " And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG . I. THERE is sweet music here that softer ...
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... wander more . ALFRED TENNYSON . Pericles and Aspasia . HIS was the ruler of the land TH When Athens was the land of fame ; This was the light that led the band When each was like a living flame ; The center of earth's noblest ring-- Of ...
... wander more . ALFRED TENNYSON . Pericles and Aspasia . HIS was the ruler of the land TH When Athens was the land of fame ; This was the light that led the band When each was like a living flame ; The center of earth's noblest ring-- Of ...
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... love as still As a broad river's peaceful might , Which , by high tower and lowly mill , Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright , THE BEATING OF MY HEART . 105 And on its 104 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
... love as still As a broad river's peaceful might , Which , by high tower and lowly mill , Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright , THE BEATING OF MY HEART . 105 And on its 104 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
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Side 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Side 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Side 244 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 240 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Side 13 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Side 263 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Side 245 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Side 7 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 264 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
Side 265 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.