Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: LyricsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... bringing in a larger element of thought and re- flection , and there is usually a contrast , or at least a change , of feeling between the octave and the sestet . Nowhere have I regretted more than in these two volumes , the restriction ...
... bringing in a larger element of thought and re- flection , and there is usually a contrast , or at least a change , of feeling between the octave and the sestet . Nowhere have I regretted more than in these two volumes , the restriction ...
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... white deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , 20 Echo But show thy blushing beams , And thou two 24 Invocation.
... white deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , 20 Echo But show thy blushing beams , And thou two 24 Invocation.
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... bring . That there eternal Summer dwells , And west winds , with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard , and Cassia's balmy smells . Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hue Than ...
... bring . That there eternal Summer dwells , And west winds , with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard , and Cassia's balmy smells . Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hue Than ...
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... bring in May . A deal of youth ere this is come 42 Back , and with white - thorn laden home . Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted troth , And chose ...
... bring in May . A deal of youth ere this is come 42 Back , and with white - thorn laden home . Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted troth , And chose ...
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... bring In the Spring , And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You ' re the maiden Posies , And , so grac'd , To be plac'd ' Fore damask roses . Yet though thus respected , By - and ...
... bring In the Spring , And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You ' re the maiden Posies , And , so grac'd , To be plac'd ' Fore damask roses . Yet though thus respected , By - and ...
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auld lang syne beauty bells birds blow bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek County Guy Cuckoo Dark Rosaleen dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair Farewell fear flowers glory golden green hame Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Highlands John kiss ladies light lips live look Lord Tennyson love thee Love's lover Luve lyric Mary merry moon morn ne'er neir gone nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Lovelace Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Say nay shine shore sighs sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet Syne tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion Thomas Carew Thomas Hood thou art thoughts Titmouse tree unto voice wanton waves weary weep wild William Shakespeare wilt thou leave wind wings youth ΙΟ
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Side 212 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Side 232 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 244 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Side 247 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Side 58 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 287 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Side 234 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Side 293 - Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Side 98 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 281 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.