Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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... cried in my passionate longing- " Has the earth no angel friend Who will carry my love the message That my heart desires to send . " Then I heard a strain of music , So mighty , so pure , so clear , That my very sorrow was silent , And ...
... cried in my passionate longing- " Has the earth no angel friend Who will carry my love the message That my heart desires to send . " Then I heard a strain of music , So mighty , so pure , so clear , That my very sorrow was silent , And ...
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... cried , " come back to me , " Ye fairest gems of these forest bowers , Oh , stream ! bright stream ! bring back my " Bring back my flowers ! " said a noble youth , As he mournfully stood alone , And sadly thought on the broken truth Of ...
... cried , " come back to me , " Ye fairest gems of these forest bowers , Oh , stream ! bright stream ! bring back my " Bring back my flowers ! " said a noble youth , As he mournfully stood alone , And sadly thought on the broken truth Of ...
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... cried , " life's brightest hours ; - Oh , stream of Time ! bring back my flowers . ' " Bring back my flowers , " a mother sighed , O'er the grave where her infant slept ; And where in her stubbornness and pride , She her tearful vigils ...
... cried , " life's brightest hours ; - Oh , stream of Time ! bring back my flowers . ' " Bring back my flowers , " a mother sighed , O'er the grave where her infant slept ; And where in her stubbornness and pride , She her tearful vigils ...
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... cried Mar , ' your lances down ! ' Bear back both friend and foe ! Like reeds before the tempest's frown , That serried grove of lances brown At once lay levell'd low ; And closely shouldering side to side The bristling ranks the onset ...
... cried Mar , ' your lances down ! ' Bear back both friend and foe ! Like reeds before the tempest's frown , That serried grove of lances brown At once lay levell'd low ; And closely shouldering side to side The bristling ranks the onset ...
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... cried , their column shake- Now gallants for your ladies ' sake Upon them with the lance ! The horsemen dash'd among the rout As deer break through the broom ; Their steeds are stout . their swords are out , They soon make lightsome ...
... cried , their column shake- Now gallants for your ladies ' sake Upon them with the lance ! The horsemen dash'd among the rout As deer break through the broom ; Their steeds are stout . their swords are out , They soon make lightsome ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbot Abou ben Adhem angels Auvergne back my flowers battle beam beauty beloved sleep beneath bird blood Boscastle bosom breast breath breeze bright broadswords brow cheek chime cloud crest cried dark dead death deep doth dream earth fair fearful France friends gaze giveth His beloved gleam glory grave green gusset hand hard to Die HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill knew ladies gay land light lips lonely lonely rock looked Mayenne mortal may know never night o'er pale pass'd passing Pibroch prayer pride rest rose round Sensitive Plant shine shore sing skies smile song soul sound spirit stood stream strife sweet sword tears thee Thou art gone thou hast throne tide Tintagel tone tree Twas uncon voice waves ween weep wild wind wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 88 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 109 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 11 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 32 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Página 62 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 85 - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 91 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 89 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 109 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 81 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...