Little Classics: Poems, lyricalRossiter Johnson J.R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... heard my days before me , and the tumult of my life ; Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield , Eager - hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field , And at night along the dusky highway near and ...
... heard my days before me , and the tumult of my life ; Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield , Eager - hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field , And at night along the dusky highway near and ...
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Rossiter Johnson. Heard the heavens fill with shouting , and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations ' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; Far along the world - wide whisper of the south - wind rush- ing warm , With the ...
Rossiter Johnson. Heard the heavens fill with shouting , and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations ' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; Far along the world - wide whisper of the south - wind rush- ing warm , With the ...
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... heard the cries : The crow's shade dwindled up the hill : the world went on my heart stood still . I thought I held in my hot hand my life crushed could have tost up : I The crumpled riddle from me , and laughed loud to think what I had ...
... heard the cries : The crow's shade dwindled up the hill : the world went on my heart stood still . I thought I held in my hot hand my life crushed could have tost up : I The crumpled riddle from me , and laughed loud to think what I had ...
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... heard if heard by love . And you have heard me . sing the old When we meet , shall we not songs above To grander music ? Sweet , one kiss . O , blest it is to die like this ! To lapse from being without pain : your hand in mine , on ...
... heard if heard by love . And you have heard me . sing the old When we meet , shall we not songs above To grander music ? Sweet , one kiss . O , blest it is to die like this ! To lapse from being without pain : your hand in mine , on ...
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... heard The music o ' your tongue ; But I could hug all wretchedness , And happy could I dee , Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O ' bygane days and me ! LANGLEY LANE . I BY ROBERT BUCHANAN . IN all JEANIE MORRISON . 45.
... heard The music o ' your tongue ; But I could hug all wretchedness , And happy could I dee , Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O ' bygane days and me ! LANGLEY LANE . I BY ROBERT BUCHANAN . IN all JEANIE MORRISON . 45.
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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109 psl. - For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
78 psl. - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
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76 psl. - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure...
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62 psl. - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
97 psl. - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
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111 psl. - Ay me! I fondly dream Had ye been there for what could that have done, What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...