Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors |
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Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors Joseph H. Head Visualitzaciķ completa - 1884 |
Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors Joseph H. Head Visualitzaciķ completa - 1884 |
Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors (1884) Joseph H. Head Previsualitzaciķ no disponible - 2008 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
angels bear beauty bells beneath bird blessed breast breath bright bring brow cold comes dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fire flowers give glory gone grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour keep land leaves life's light lips live lonely look lost morning mother Nature never night o'er once pale passed past peace rest Ring rise river rock rose round seemed shine shore side sigh silent sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand stars stood summer sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought trees true truth turn voice wandering watched waves weary wild wind young youth
Passatges populars
Pāgina 25 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Pāgina 160 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Pāgina 27 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Pāgina 151 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, 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.
Pāgina 26 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Pāgina 99 - But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pāgina 35 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pāgina 178 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pāgina 159 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was, to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year, Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Pāgina 422 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Informaciķ bibliogrāfica
| Títol | Favorite Poems: Selected from English and American Authors |
| Autor | Joseph H. Head |
| Editor | Thomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1884 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 5 Oct. 2006 |
| Nre. de pāgines | 456 pāgines |
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