Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 93 páginas |
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... Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by Like windless clouds o'er a tender sky . And when evening descended from heaven above , And the Earth was all rest , and the air was all love , And delight , though less bright , was far more ...
... Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by Like windless clouds o'er a tender sky . And when evening descended from heaven above , And the Earth was all rest , and the air was all love , And delight , though less bright , was far more ...
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... whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes , That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise : As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sake Had deserted heaven while the stars were awake ; As if yet around her he lingering were ...
... whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes , That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise : As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sake Had deserted heaven while the stars were awake ; As if yet around her he lingering were ...
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... Whilst he is dissolving in rains . III . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning - star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag ...
... Whilst he is dissolving in rains . III . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning - star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag ...
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... Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day , Whilst yet the calm hours creep , · Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . SONG . ARELY , rarely , comest thou , Spirit 64 FAVORITE POEMS ...
... Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day , Whilst yet the calm hours creep , · Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . SONG . ARELY , rarely , comest thou , Spirit 64 FAVORITE POEMS ...
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... whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber , dark and deep , I should not weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , ― And dream the rest and burn and be The secret food of fires ...
... whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber , dark and deep , I should not weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , ― And dream the rest and burn and be The secret food of fires ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Ariel azure beneath blithe spirit blue boughs boundless bowers breast breath bright calm chameleons CHARLES DICKENS cloud cold cradle dark dead dear death deep delight despair DIRGE dreams earth echo eyes faint fair fairest FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE flowers forest gazing gentle green guitar harmonies heart heaven interfused kiss leaf leaves light lips magic circle mock moon mountains nest never night o'er ocean odor OZYMANDIAS pale pine POEMS FAVORITE POEMS purple QUEEN MAB R. W. EMERSON rain rocks round scattered Sensitive-Plant shattered visage silent sleep slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storms stream T. B. ALDRICH tender thee thine things thou art thou canst thy sweet to-day to-morrow tone trackless sea Trembling unseen Vest-Pocket Series violets W. D. HOWELLS wandering water's love waves weep Whilst wildwood wind wind-flowers wings winter wintry woods
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Página 55 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Página 71 - LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I AEISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Página 50 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 48 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Página 56 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Página 49 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 57 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 48 - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit...
Página 66 - Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear.
Página 54 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.