Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin1866 Contains poems by Browning, Wordsworth, Keble, Kingsley, Longfellow, Milton and many others, as well as selections from some of Shakespeare's plays. |
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... Death - bed · XXVI . - The Breeze from Shore XXVII . - A Psalm of Life XXVIII . - Prayer XXIX . Il Penseroso xxx . - Venice by Night . XXXI . - She was a Phantom of Delight XXXII . - The Ministry of Angels J. Keble . R. Browning W. C. ...
... Death - bed · XXVI . - The Breeze from Shore XXVII . - A Psalm of Life XXVIII . - Prayer XXIX . Il Penseroso xxx . - Venice by Night . XXXI . - She was a Phantom of Delight XXXII . - The Ministry of Angels J. Keble . R. Browning W. C. ...
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... Death CXX . - Ambition CXXI . - The Children's Heaven CXXII . On the late Massacre Piedmont CXXIII . To the Daisy CXXIV . To a deceased Sister CXXV . The Brook CXXVI . - The South Sea Isles CXXVII . - A Serenade CXXVIII . - The ...
... Death CXX . - Ambition CXXI . - The Children's Heaven CXXII . On the late Massacre Piedmont CXXIII . To the Daisy CXXIV . To a deceased Sister CXXV . The Brook CXXVI . - The South Sea Isles CXXVII . - A Serenade CXXVIII . - The ...
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... Death of the Flowers CLXIII . - One by One CLXIV . Annabel Lee CLXV . Love • CLXVI . - Mountain Solitude CLXVII . - Arethusa CLXVIII.— Henry VIII . , act iv . , sc . ii .. CLXIX . - Times go by Turns . CLXX . The quiet Hoping Heart ...
... Death of the Flowers CLXIII . - One by One CLXIV . Annabel Lee CLXV . Love • CLXVI . - Mountain Solitude CLXVII . - Arethusa CLXVIII.— Henry VIII . , act iv . , sc . ii .. CLXIX . - Times go by Turns . CLXX . The quiet Hoping Heart ...
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... death to hide , Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He , returning , chide ; ' Doth God exact day - labour , light denied ? ' I fondly ask : But Patience ...
... death to hide , Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He , returning , chide ; ' Doth God exact day - labour , light denied ? ' I fondly ask : But Patience ...
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... death . All Araby and Persia held their breath ; All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief , ( For his great heart wanted a great relief ...
... death . All Araby and Persia held their breath ; All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief , ( For his great heart wanted a great relief ...
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Spring-Time with the Poets, Poetry Selected and Arranged by F. Martin Frances Martin Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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A. H. Clough ANNABEL LEE Arth bells blessed blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar Cassius cloud cried crown dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream Duke earth Erin go bragh eyes fair father fear flowers Gaunt gentle give glory grace grave green grief guilders hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hill honour hope hour JULIUS CÆSAR king Lady land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas Macb MACBETH Macd morn mountains never night noble Northumberland o'er peace poor praise pray Queen Rich round SCENE Shakespeare silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star sweet tears tell thane thee thine things thou art thought voice vrom W. E. Aytoun waves weary weep wild winds Yankee doodle dandy young
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Side 228 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Side 188 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 183 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Side 126 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Side 34 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 298 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Side 344 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 422 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of...
Side 191 - 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.
Side 144 - Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! . The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.