Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - 449 pages |
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... beneath , Its ardors of rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbéd maiden with white fire laden , Whom ...
... beneath , Its ardors of rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbéd maiden with white fire laden , Whom ...
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... beneath the light of stars ; And there they float , those streamers old , Those Northern Lights , forever cold ! BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR . To the Skylark . HAIL to thee , blithe spirit ! - Bird thou never wert , - - That from heaven , or ...
... beneath the light of stars ; And there they float , those streamers old , Those Northern Lights , forever cold ! BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR . To the Skylark . HAIL to thee , blithe spirit ! - Bird thou never wert , - - That from heaven , or ...
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... Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who with living flowers Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? " GOD ! " let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ; and let the ice - plains ...
... Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who with living flowers Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? " GOD ! " let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ; and let the ice - plains ...
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... beneath the wave , By the dormouse in its cell , and the mole within its cave ; And the summer tribes that creep , or in air expand their wing , Have started from their sleep at the summons of the Spring . The cattle lift their voices ...
... beneath the wave , By the dormouse in its cell , and the mole within its cave ; And the summer tribes that creep , or in air expand their wing , Have started from their sleep at the summons of the Spring . The cattle lift their voices ...
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... beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie ; When pain shall cease , and every tear Be wiped from every eye . Then , Judah , thou no more shalt mourn Beneath the heathen's chain ; Thy days of splendor shall return , And all be new again ...
... beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie ; When pain shall cease , and every tear Be wiped from every eye . Then , Judah , thou no more shalt mourn Beneath the heathen's chain ; Thy days of splendor shall return , And all be new again ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
Popular passages
Page 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Page 244 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 240 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 13 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Page 263 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 245 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 7 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 264 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
Page 265 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.