Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... HOPE TO MARY IN HEAVEN AULD ROBIN GRAY - THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE A SEA DIRGE THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS ASHES OF ROSES Alfred , Lord Tennyson 295 William Shakespeare 295 Robert Browning 296 Robert Burns 297 Lady Anne Barnard 298 ...
... HOPE TO MARY IN HEAVEN AULD ROBIN GRAY - THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE A SEA DIRGE THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS ASHES OF ROSES Alfred , Lord Tennyson 295 William Shakespeare 295 Robert Browning 296 Robert Burns 297 Lady Anne Barnard 298 ...
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... HOPE , FAITH , Love TAKE HEART . HOW WE LEARN REAPER OF LIFE'S HARVEST Abram T. Ryan 379 From the German of Schiller 379 Edna Dean Proctor 380 MEMORIAL HYMN - J . A. GARFIELD RIPE GRAIN TO - MORROW ALL IS WELL · · PARTED FRIENDS PEACE ...
... HOPE , FAITH , Love TAKE HEART . HOW WE LEARN REAPER OF LIFE'S HARVEST Abram T. Ryan 379 From the German of Schiller 379 Edna Dean Proctor 380 MEMORIAL HYMN - J . A. GARFIELD RIPE GRAIN TO - MORROW ALL IS WELL · · PARTED FRIENDS PEACE ...
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... Hope 296 ( 1663-1743 . ) Never the Time and the Place 180 God Save the King 221 Prospice 374 CARLETON , WILL M. Shelley 117 ( A. 1845- Two in the Campagna 175 New Church Organ , The 272 Woman's Last Word , A 195 Year's at the Spring ...
... Hope 296 ( 1663-1743 . ) Never the Time and the Place 180 God Save the King 221 Prospice 374 CARLETON , WILL M. Shelley 117 ( A. 1845- Two in the Campagna 175 New Church Organ , The 272 Woman's Last Word , A 195 Year's at the Spring ...
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... Hope , Faith , Love ( from the German of Schiller ) Housekeeper's Tragedy , A I Hold Still ( from the German ) It Might Have Been 224 III 486 379 278 374 385 333 Three Years She Grew 326 John Davidson . 282 Varying Impressions from Na ...
... Hope , Faith , Love ( from the German of Schiller ) Housekeeper's Tragedy , A I Hold Still ( from the German ) It Might Have Been 224 III 486 379 278 374 385 333 Three Years She Grew 326 John Davidson . 282 Varying Impressions from Na ...
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... hope of nourishment . Next came fresh April , full of lustyhed , And wanton as a kid whose horne new buds ; Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floting through th ' Argolick fluds ; His hornes were gilden all with golden ...
... hope of nourishment . Next came fresh April , full of lustyhed , And wanton as a kid whose horne new buds ; Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floting through th ' Argolick fluds ; His hornes were gilden all with golden ...
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auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath bright brow clouds cuddle doon Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair feel flowers glory golden grave gray green grow hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN kiss land light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morning mountain never nevermore night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket pale peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF rose round sail shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree violet voice wake waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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80 psl. - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
87 psl. - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such, as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
109 psl. - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
156 psl. - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
78 psl. - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves...
80 psl. - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
102 psl. - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
420 psl. - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
86 psl. - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
109 psl. - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...