Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs for All Seasons. Browning's Lyrics of LifeJ.R. Osgood, 1871 |
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Side 7
... sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace ...
... sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace ...
Side 16
... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mistlike banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer ...
... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mistlike banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer ...
Side 16
... sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And ... sound of woe , A sound of woe ! B Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE ...
... sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And ... sound of woe , A sound of woe ! B Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE ...
Side 16
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes . 133 23 GOD'S - ACRE . Toiling ...
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes . 133 23 GOD'S - ACRE . Toiling ...
Side 22
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes . GOD'S - ACRE . Toiling , - rejoicing ...
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes . GOD'S - ACRE . Toiling , - rejoicing ...
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Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs ... James Ripley Osgood Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel beautiful beneath birds blossom blow bosom breast breath bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Clara Vere Clement Marot cloud cried dark dead dear death door dream earth Excelsior eyes face feet flame flowers fold forever Forever never Gismond gleam gold golden grave Guido Reni guilders hand happy HAPPY DAY hear heard heart heaven King kiss land LAST DUCHESS leaves Let them rave light lips little birdie live look Maud moon morning mother never night o'er Oriana peace PIED PIPER Piper praise Queen rain red planet Mars rest ride Ring Ringlet river rose rose-tree round sail Sandalphon shadow shining silent Singing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star stept sweet tears thee thine thou turn Vere de Vere voice weary Weser wild WILD BELLS wind yonder youth are long
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Side 67 - 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, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 7 - twas all one! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Side 71 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Side 16 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 51 - Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence...
Side 4 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 37 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Side 68 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 36 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Side 9 - Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.