Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 páginas |
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... fling Their sunny blossoms to the spring , A cheek which had the crimson hue Upon the sun touched nectarine ; A lip of perfume and of dew ; A brow like twilight's darken'd line . I strove to catch each charm that long Has lived , thanks ...
... fling Their sunny blossoms to the spring , A cheek which had the crimson hue Upon the sun touched nectarine ; A lip of perfume and of dew ; A brow like twilight's darken'd line . I strove to catch each charm that long Has lived , thanks ...
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... fling Her blushes o'er their mirth and revelling . And life was as a tale of faërie , - As when some Eastern genie rears bright bowers , And spreads the green turf and the colour'd flowers ; And calls upon the earth , the sea , the sky ...
... fling Her blushes o'er their mirth and revelling . And life was as a tale of faërie , - As when some Eastern genie rears bright bowers , And spreads the green turf and the colour'd flowers ; And calls upon the earth , the sea , the sky ...
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... 'd walls , which fling Against a host and conquer'd ; when there came A shadow on the waters ; it comes o'er A pilgrim to the hall - and never yet C v The board was spread , the Rhenish flask was TALES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 25.
... 'd walls , which fling Against a host and conquer'd ; when there came A shadow on the waters ; it comes o'er A pilgrim to the hall - and never yet C v The board was spread , the Rhenish flask was TALES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 25.
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... fling the laurel o'er a harp , whose chords And low faint groans , and breathings short and Are dumb forever . But his eyes he raised deep , Each gasp a heartfelt agony , were all Mutely to mine - he knew my voice again , And every ...
... fling the laurel o'er a harp , whose chords And low faint groans , and breathings short and Are dumb forever . But his eyes he raised deep , Each gasp a heartfelt agony , were all Mutely to mine - he knew my voice again , And every ...
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... fling A deeper witchery from his wing Than falls sweet power of song from thine . Yet , ah ! the wreath that binds thy shrine , Though seemingly all bloom and light , Hides thorn and canker , worm and blight . Planet of wayward ...
... fling A deeper witchery from his wing Than falls sweet power of song from thine . Yet , ah ! the wreath that binds thy shrine , Though seemingly all bloom and light , Hides thorn and canker , worm and blight . Planet of wayward ...
Términos y frases comunes
amid art thou beauty beneath bloom blue blush boughs breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold colours CONISTON courser crimson curls dark dark eyes death deep dream earth face fair fairy faithless fear feel fill'd fling flowers flung gather'd gaze gentle glorious Golconda gold golden grave green hair hall hand happiness hath haunted heard heart heaven hope hour leaf LEITRA life's light lonely look look'd love's loveliness lute lyre maiden midnight minstrel Moorish morning Nadira never night o'er pale pass'd past perfume poison'd prayer pride purple rill rose round seem'd shade shadow shadow falls shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stood summer sunshine sweet tale tears thee thine thou thought tomb tree turn'd Twas vex'd voice watch'd wave weary weep wild wind wings words young youth
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Página 251 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is.
Página 250 - My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
Página 250 - And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. 13 AND when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word : for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
Página 248 - Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the Lord, to the mighty One of Israel.
Página 256 - In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea, and saying ; Repent ye ; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.
Página 250 - When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt : and was there until the death of Herod : that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
Página 252 - Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying ; I have sinned, in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said ; What is that to us ? See thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed ; and went and hanged himself.
Página 250 - And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou among women.
Página 251 - And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot : for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept.
Página 229 - While daily, some mid those pale bands, Droop, sicken, pine, and die. Good God ! to think upon a child That has no childish days, No careless play, no frolics wild, No words of prayer and praise ! Man from the cradle — 'tis too soon To earn their daily bread, And heap the heat and toil of noon Upon an infant's head. To labour ere their strength be come, Or starve, — is such the doom That makes of many an English home One long and living tomb...