Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs for All Seasons. Browning's Lyrics of LifeJ.R. Osgood, 1871 |
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... earth I never shall behold , With eye of sense , your outward form and semblance ; Therefore to me ye never will grow old , But live forever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away ! Your gentle voices will ...
... earth I never shall behold , With eye of sense , your outward form and semblance ; Therefore to me ye never will grow old , But live forever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away ! Your gentle voices will ...
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... his sheaves . My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , " The Reaper said , and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . 9 66 They shall all bloom in fields of light , 1 * THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
... his sheaves . My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , " The Reaper said , and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . 9 66 They shall all bloom in fields of light , 1 * THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
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... the fields of light above . O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , The Reaper came that day ; ' T was an angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . II THE LIGHT OF STARS. IO HOUSEHOLD POEMS .
... the fields of light above . O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , The Reaper came that day ; ' T was an angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . II THE LIGHT OF STARS. IO HOUSEHOLD POEMS .
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... earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor gleams . And ...
... earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor gleams . And ...
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... , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , FLOWERS . More than all things else to love me 12 HOUSEHOLD POEMS . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
... , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , FLOWERS . More than all things else to love me 12 HOUSEHOLD POEMS . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel beautiful beneath birds blossom blow bosom breast breath bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Clara Vere Clement Marot cloud cried dark dead dear death door dream earth Excelsior eyes face feet flame flowers fold forever Forever never Gismond gleam gold golden grave Guido Reni guilders hand happy HAPPY DAY hear heard heart heaven King kiss land LAST DUCHESS leaves Let them rave light lips little birdie live look Maud moon morning mother never night o'er Oriana peace PIED PIPER Piper praise Queen rain red planet Mars rest ride Ring Ringlet river rose rose-tree round sail Sandalphon shadow shining silent Singing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star stept sweet tears thee thine thou turn Vere de Vere voice weary Weser wild WILD BELLS wind yonder youth are long
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Page 67 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 7 - twas all one! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Page 71 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 16 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 51 - Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence...
Page 4 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 37 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 68 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 36 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 9 - Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.