The Poetical Works of Jean IngelowJohn B. Alden, Pub., 1883 - 520 หน้า |
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answered art thou behold bird breast brow Brown wood-owls child clouds cowslips cried daffodil dark dear deep DEFTON door doth drave dream drew dropped dulse evermore eyes face fain fair father fear feet fell flowers gaze Gladys grass hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Japhet Lamech laughed lifted light lips look Lord maid Master Methuselah moon mother mourn Muriel murmured naught neath never night Niloiya peace Persephone Plymouth Hoe Plymouth town pray quoth ringdoves rock sail saith shine sighed silence sing sleep smile snowdrops song sorrow soul spake speak stars stood sunbeams sweet talk tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas voice wait walked ween wife wilt wind wings woman wonder words Xebec youth
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หน้า 126 - toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell ! And show me your nest with the young ones in it; I will not steal them away ; SEVEN TIMES TWO. ROMANCE. You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes,
หน้า 113 - off, I raised myne eyes; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. Farre away I heard her song, " Cusha! Cusha ! " all along ; Where the reedy Lindis floweth, Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick groweth Faintly came her milking song—
หน้า 129 - bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters, Maybe he thinks on you now ! Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups, Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall ! A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure, And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall! Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure, SEVEN TIMES
หน้า 132 - I. A song of a boat:— There was once a boat on a billow: Lightly she rocked to her port remote, And the foam was white in her wake like snow, And her frail mast bowed when the breeze would blow. And bent like a wand of willow. II.
หน้า 15 - And yet I know past all doubting, truly— And knowledge greater than grief can dim— I know, as he loved, he will love me duly— Tea, better—e'en better than I love him. And as I walk by the vast calm river, The awful river so dread to see, I say, " Thy breadth and thy depth forever
หน้า 113 - of strange, beside The flight of mews and peewits pied By millions crouched on the old sea wall. I sat and spun within the doore, The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; My thread
หน้า 424 - lo ! There lieth at my feet, frail, white, and dead, The sometime beggar. He is happy now. There was a child ; but he is gone, and he Is also happy. I am glad to think I am not bound to make the wrong go right ; But only to discover, and to do, With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
หน้า 138 - SHE stepped upon Sicilian grass, Demeter's daughter fresh and fair, A child of light, a radiant lass, And gamesome as the morning air. The daffodils were fair to see, They nodded lightly on the lea, Persephone—Persephone ! Lo ! one she marked of rarer growth Than orchis or anemone ; For it the maiden left them both, And parted from her company.
หน้า 15 - better—e'en better than I love him. And as I walk by the vast calm river, The awful river so dread to see, I say, " Thy breadth and thy depth forever Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.
หน้า 114 - Cusha! Cusha ! " all along ; Where the reedy Lindis floweth, Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick groweth Faintly came her milking song—