Favorite PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 páginas |
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... take up thy dead And hide it from my sight ! ' “ I took the dreary body up , And cast it in a stream , A sluggish water , black as ink , The depth was so extreme : --- My gentle boy , remember , this Is nothing but a dream ! " Down went ...
... take up thy dead And hide it from my sight ! ' “ I took the dreary body up , And cast it in a stream , A sluggish water , black as ink , The depth was so extreme : --- My gentle boy , remember , this Is nothing but a dream ! " Down went ...
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... , - The world shall see his bones ! " O God ! that horrid , horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again - again , with dizzy brain , The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot , Like THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . 23.
... , - The world shall see his bones ! " O God ! that horrid , horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again - again , with dizzy brain , The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot , Like THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . 23.
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... Was steadfast in the sky . No sign or touch of stirring air Could either sense observe , - - The zephyr had not breath enough The thistle - down to swerve , Or force the filmy gossamers To take another curve . 28 . FAVORITE POEMS .
... Was steadfast in the sky . No sign or touch of stirring air Could either sense observe , - - The zephyr had not breath enough The thistle - down to swerve , Or force the filmy gossamers To take another curve . 28 . FAVORITE POEMS .
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Thomas Hood. Or force the filmy gossamers To take another curve . In still and silent slumber hushed All Nature seemed to be ; From heaven above , or earth beneath , No whisper came to me , Except the solemn sound and sad From that ...
Thomas Hood. Or force the filmy gossamers To take another curve . In still and silent slumber hushed All Nature seemed to be ; From heaven above , or earth beneath , No whisper came to me , Except the solemn sound and sad From that ...
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... takes his rest ; Except the timid thrush that peeps Above her secret nest , Forbid by love to leave the young Beneath her speckled breast . The woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim ...
... takes his rest ; Except the timid thrush that peeps Above her secret nest , Forbid by love to leave the young Beneath her speckled breast . The woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim ...
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Términos y frases comunes
avenue Where lofty Band banner Beneath breath brood brow busy bees cloud of fear cold dappled dark dead death door dream dreary drooping birch earth echo EUGENE ARAM eyes fair fell fingers weary flitted ghostly grim groan gusset heaps of leaves heart heaven hid the murdered hollow hook to reap horrid hung a cloud hung the shadow Illustrated labor light lofty elms abound lonesome wood moan moth mould mystery the spirit mystic never night nook O'er OSGOOD pickaxe place is haunted plain as whisper quake ragged remember The house rugged bark rugged trunk sad and solemn scythe to mow Seam seemed sense of mystery shady avenue shape Shirt sigh silent solemn sound sometimes murmured overhead sometimes underground Song soul spirit daunted sprite stir stitch stroke sudden fear sunbeam sylvan tears thistle thrush VEST-POCKET SERIES voice walk wall weary and worn Work-work wretched
Pasajes populares
Página 62 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 78 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
Página 67 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 60 - Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity.
Página 59 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
Página 79 - Ines had always, for me, an inexpressible charm : O saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down. And rob the world of rest...
Página 66 - Work — work — work! My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags, That shattered roof — and this naked floor • A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there!
Página 57 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Página 13 - TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool.
Página 14 - God, could I so close my mind, And clasp it with a clasp ! " Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took; Now up the mead, then down the...