Poems You Ought to KnowElia Wilkinson Peattie Fleming H. Revell Company, 1903 - 3 หน้า |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel Annabel Lee BALLAD beauty bells Bonny Dundee breath bright brow burning dark dear death deep died doth Douglas dreams dying earth England eyes father feet flowers Flynn forever FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON glory gold hand hath hear heart heaven hold in fee JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John King Know'st thou lady land Lay him low leaves light lips lived look Lord MACDONALD CLARKE man's son inherit moon morn mou sas agapo NELLIE never night o'er old oaken bucket pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PHOEBE CARY PIERRE RONSARD poems poet River Lee rock rose shining shore sigh sings sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul star spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears tender and true thee thine THOMAS HOOD thought verse voice wave weary weep WILLIAM wind wings wrote YOUNG
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หน้า 112 - To him who, in the love of nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
หน้า 82 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
หน้า 98 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
หน้า 151 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
หน้า 103 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
หน้า 194 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
หน้า 141 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber- window, sweet! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream; The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
หน้า 113 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
หน้า 233 - What silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no ; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
หน้า 178 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, — I and my Annabel Lee, — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.