Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 86
Page xvi
... HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM DOWNFALL OF POLAND THE FALL OF GREECE · Alfred , Lord Tennyson 199 William Cowper 199 Tobias George Smollett 200 ON THE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT John Milton 203 Oliver Goldsmith 203 NATIONAL DECAY .. CHARLES XII ...
... HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM DOWNFALL OF POLAND THE FALL OF GREECE · Alfred , Lord Tennyson 199 William Cowper 199 Tobias George Smollett 200 ON THE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT John Milton 203 Oliver Goldsmith 203 NATIONAL DECAY .. CHARLES XII ...
Page xxi
... HILL WHEN • • Anonymous 387 Christina G. Rossetti 388 Sarah Woolsey ( Susan Coolidge ) A WISH . LIFE 389 A RHYME OF LIFE . NOW AND AFTERWARDS REST . . • . Matthew Arnold 391 Anna Letitia Barbauld 392 Charles Warren Stoddard 393 Dinah ...
... HILL WHEN • • Anonymous 387 Christina G. Rossetti 388 Sarah Woolsey ( Susan Coolidge ) A WISH . LIFE 389 A RHYME OF LIFE . NOW AND AFTERWARDS REST . . • . Matthew Arnold 391 Anna Letitia Barbauld 392 Charles Warren Stoddard 393 Dinah ...
Page xxvi
... Hills were Made for Freedom Stars 94 Thomas Moore , To Hundred Years to Come , A Mother , Home , Heaven 142 Thunder - Storm in the Alps , A 99 Unreturning Brave , The 243 BROWNING , ELIZABETH Waterloo 242 BARRETT . ( 1809-1861 . ) De ...
... Hills were Made for Freedom Stars 94 Thomas Moore , To Hundred Years to Come , A Mother , Home , Heaven 142 Thunder - Storm in the Alps , A 99 Unreturning Brave , The 243 BROWNING , ELIZABETH Waterloo 242 BARRETT . ( 1809-1861 . ) De ...
Page xxxi
... Hill . POPE , ALEXANDER . When I am Dead , My Dearest 312 ( 1688-1744 . ) Dying Christian to His Soul , The 397 ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL . ( 1828-1882 . ) Quiet Life , The 495 POWERS , HORATIO NELSON . Blessed Damozel , The ..... Sonnet ...
... Hill . POPE , ALEXANDER . When I am Dead , My Dearest 312 ( 1688-1744 . ) Dying Christian to His Soul , The 397 ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL . ( 1828-1882 . ) Quiet Life , The 495 POWERS , HORATIO NELSON . Blessed Damozel , The ..... Sonnet ...
Page 44
... hill thegither ; And monie a canty day , John , We've had wi ' ane anither . Now we maun totter down , John , But hand in hand we'll go ; And sleep thegither at the foot , John Anderson , my jo . THE SAILOR'S WIFE ROBERT BURNS . AND are ...
... hill thegither ; And monie a canty day , John , We've had wi ' ane anither . Now we maun totter down , John , But hand in hand we'll go ; And sleep thegither at the foot , John Anderson , my jo . THE SAILOR'S WIFE ROBERT BURNS . AND are ...
Contents
xxv | |
xxvi | |
xxvii | |
xxx | |
xxxii | |
30 | |
33 | |
39 | |
45 | |
51 | |
57 | |
63 | |
69 | |
75 | |
82 | |
83 | |
88 | |
100 | |
108 | |
110 | |
114 | |
121 | |
126 | |
132 | |
139 | |
145 | |
155 | |
162 | |
174 | |
180 | |
186 | |
193 | |
199 | |
205 | |
207 | |
213 | |
219 | |
225 | |
286 | |
295 | |
301 | |
308 | |
315 | |
322 | |
328 | |
334 | |
355 | |
361 | |
367 | |
373 | |
381 | |
388 | |
395 | |
417 | |
429 | |
449 | |
454 | |
460 | |
466 | |
472 | |
478 | |
484 | |
485 | |
492 | |
499 | |
505 | |
521 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ain countree auld auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath breeze bright brow clouds cuddle doon dark darling dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair float flowers glory golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN John Anderson kiss land light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morn mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF ROBERT BURNS rose round sail shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tree violet voice wake warm waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
Popular passages
Page 80 - 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.
Page 87 - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such, as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
Page 109 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 156 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 78 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves...
Page 80 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 102 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 420 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Page 86 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 109 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...