LyricsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 - American poetry |
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... hands : Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow . The watch - dogs bark : Bow - wow . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of ...
... hands : Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow . The watch - dogs bark : Bow - wow . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of ...
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... hands , And her son that rules the strands , By Thetis ' tinsel - slipper'd feet , And the Songs of Sirens sweet , By dead Parthenope's dear tomb , And fair Ligea's golden comb , Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft ...
... hands , And her son that rules the strands , By Thetis ' tinsel - slipper'd feet , And the Songs of Sirens sweet , By dead Parthenope's dear tomb , And fair Ligea's golden comb , Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft ...
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... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? 4 In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? 8 And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of ...
... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? 4 In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? 8 And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of ...
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... hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ? 1794 . 20 24 William Blake . TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk over the western wave , Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and ...
... hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ? 1794 . 20 24 William Blake . TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk over the western wave , Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and ...
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... The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; 8 42 16 Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . 20 1839 . Daybreak Within my breast there is no light 48.
... The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; 8 42 16 Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . 20 1839 . Daybreak Within my breast there is no light 48.
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Page 214 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 34 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 58 - That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Page 249 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Page 272 - 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. 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.
Page 159 - 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 odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Page 314 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 269 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER" I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Page 176 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand! The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!
Page 256 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.