Living voices, selections chiefly from recent poetry [compiled by E. Spooner].Strahan, 1873 - 546 páginas |
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... Eyes of Mahmud Clara and I W. Parkinson 462 Rev. J. Macleod 465 Lord Houghton . 466 · · J. Ballantyne · · 468 470 • 473 A. Tennyson Jean Ingelow Lord Houghton . 474 Anon . · • 475 • R. Lytton . • 477 · R. Lytton . Anon . 478 • 480 POEMS ...
... Eyes of Mahmud Clara and I W. Parkinson 462 Rev. J. Macleod 465 Lord Houghton . 466 · · J. Ballantyne · · 468 470 • 473 A. Tennyson Jean Ingelow Lord Houghton . 474 Anon . · • 475 • R. Lytton . • 477 · R. Lytton . Anon . 478 • 480 POEMS ...
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... innocence is closing up his eyes , - Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to love thou might'st him yet recover . MICHAEL DRAYTON . A.D. 1563 . THE DWINA . I. STONY - BROW'D Dwina , thy Since there's no Help.
... innocence is closing up his eyes , - Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to love thou might'st him yet recover . MICHAEL DRAYTON . A.D. 1563 . THE DWINA . I. STONY - BROW'D Dwina , thy Since there's no Help.
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... eyes look down ? Why stay ye from the window far , nor gaze with all the town ? I've heard you say on many a day , and sure you said the truth , Andalla rides without a peer ' mong all Granada's youth ; Without a peer he rideth , and ...
... eyes look down ? Why stay ye from the window far , nor gaze with all the town ? I've heard you say on many a day , and sure you said the truth , Andalla rides without a peer ' mong all Granada's youth ; Without a peer he rideth , and ...
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... eye . " No , no ! " she sighs , " bid me not rise , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze upon Andalla with all the ... eyes , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze on false Andalla with all the gazing town . " LOCKHART . AND THOU ART DEAD ...
... eye . " No , no ! " she sighs , " bid me not rise , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze upon Andalla with all the ... eyes , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze on false Andalla with all the gazing town . " LOCKHART . AND THOU ART DEAD ...
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... saint - like shine Gleam'd a face of airy beauty with its heavenly eyes on mine- Gleam'd and vanish'd in a moment . Oh , the face was like to thine , Ere you perish'd , Barbara ! Oh , that pallid face ! Those sweet , earnest Barbara.
... saint - like shine Gleam'd a face of airy beauty with its heavenly eyes on mine- Gleam'd and vanish'd in a moment . Oh , the face was like to thine , Ere you perish'd , Barbara ! Oh , that pallid face ! Those sweet , earnest Barbara.
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Términos y frases comunes
Angel BAYARD TAYLOR beneath beside bird blessed breast breath bride bright brown rosary cheek child CHRISTINA ROSETTI cold cried D. G. ROSSETTI dark dead dear death deep destrier door DORA GREENWELL doth dream dreamlight eyes face fair Fatima's hand feet fell flowers gaze GEORGE MACDONALD GERALD MASSEY golden gone grave grey hair hand hath head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry of Navarre ISA CRAIG JEAN INGELOW John Munro kissed knee light lips look Lord maiden Mariline Mary Mother moon morning never night o'er Onora in sleep pale Plymouth town pray prayer ring Roland rose round shining sigh sing Sister Helen smile song sorrow soul spirit steed stood strong sweet tears thee thine thou thought Toll slowly Trotty unto voice wave weep wild Willy wind words
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Página 320 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Página 463 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Página 315 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 313 - On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more...
Página 195 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Página 195 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
Página 362 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Página 195 - ... other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 192 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Página 322 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground ; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine ; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye...