A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 1 卷Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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... Smile and never heed me " Ireland . back my heart " 86 66 226 553 65 177 898 68 140 Family Meeting , The 182 " Tonis ... Smiling in his Sleep . The Soul's Defiance STODDARD , RICHARD HENRY . Hingham , Mass . , b . 1825 . Brahma's Answer ...
... Smile and never heed me " Ireland . back my heart " 86 66 226 553 65 177 898 68 140 Family Meeting , The 182 " Tonis ... Smiling in his Sleep . The Soul's Defiance STODDARD , RICHARD HENRY . Hingham , Mass . , b . 1825 . Brahma's Answer ...
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... smile On her young babe that smiles to her again— The torrent wrests it from her arms ; she shrieks , And weeps , and midst her tears is carried down . A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray To glistening pearls ; two lovers ...
... smile On her young babe that smiles to her again— The torrent wrests it from her arms ; she shrieks , And weeps , and midst her tears is carried down . A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray To glistening pearls ; two lovers ...
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... smile at death . " Well may they smile ; for death , to such as he , Brings purer freedom , loftier thought and aim ; And , in grand truce with immortality , Lifts to song's fadeless heaven his star - like fame ! " I can not forbear ...
... smile at death . " Well may they smile ; for death , to such as he , Brings purer freedom , loftier thought and aim ; And , in grand truce with immortality , Lifts to song's fadeless heaven his star - like fame ! " I can not forbear ...
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... smile while all around thee weep . From the Sanskrit of CALIDASA , by SIR WILLIAM JONES . BABY MAY . CHEEKS as soft ... smiles and wailing cries ; Crows , and laughs , and tearful eyes ; Lights and shadows , swifter born Than on wind ...
... smile while all around thee weep . From the Sanskrit of CALIDASA , by SIR WILLIAM JONES . BABY MAY . CHEEKS as soft ... smiles and wailing cries ; Crows , and laughs , and tearful eyes ; Lights and shadows , swifter born Than on wind ...
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... smile of bliss ? Three angels gave me at once a kiss . Where did you get this pearly ear ? God spoke , and it came out to hear . Where did you get those arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands . Of Sorrow's tearful shades ...
... smile of bliss ? Three angels gave me at once a kiss . Where did you get this pearly ear ? God spoke , and it came out to hear . Where did you get those arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands . Of Sorrow's tearful shades ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY angel beauty birds blessed bliss bosom boys breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair father fear feet flowers forever gentle glory golden gone grace grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss lero light lips live look Lord love thee love's lover maid morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain poems poet praise prayer ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK Robin Adair rose round SAMUEL LOVER shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell tender There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought voice weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words youth
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第49页 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
第425页 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
第301页 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
第242页 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
第243页 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第324页 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
第306页 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第284页 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
第236页 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
第236页 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.