Illustrated Library of Favorite Song: Based Upon Folk-songs, and Comprising Songs of the Heart, Songs of Home, Songs of Life, and Songs of Nature |
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... sential to procure their universal and affectionate approval . Their position as poets may not rest to any considerable extent , even , on these . It is not the great poems that men INTRODUCTION . 9 write which win our affections . A.
... sential to procure their universal and affectionate approval . Their position as poets may not rest to any considerable extent , even , on these . It is not the great poems that men INTRODUCTION . 9 write which win our affections . A.
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... rest upon admiration - fames of men whom we have learned to love only through a little poem to whose utterance they have been touched by some common experience or aspiration , and by which they have opened for themselves a door to the ...
... rest upon admiration - fames of men whom we have learned to love only through a little poem to whose utterance they have been touched by some common experience or aspiration , and by which they have opened for themselves a door to the ...
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... rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does hameward bend . At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their dad , wi ...
... rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does hameward bend . At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their dad , wi ...
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... sev'ral way ; The youngling cottagers retire to rest : The parent - pair their secret homage pay , And proffer up to Heaven the warm request , * Pope's Windsor Forest . R. B. السند 30 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . That He who.
... sev'ral way ; The youngling cottagers retire to rest : The parent - pair their secret homage pay , And proffer up to Heaven the warm request , * Pope's Windsor Forest . R. B. السند 30 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . That He who.
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... . THE VOICELESS . WE Count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber , But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild flowers who will stoop to number 53 Ohearts that break and give no sign lip and Save.
... . THE VOICELESS . WE Count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber , But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild flowers who will stoop to number 53 Ohearts that break and give no sign lip and Save.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed blow Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bright brow cheek child CHRISTINA G cold dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear feet flowers frae grace grave gray green grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW king kiss land lassie light lips look lover maiden Mary MAUD MULLER moon morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er rest RICHARD HENRY STODDARD river ROBERT HERRICK rose round sail SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shine sigh silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow SONG sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tide top tree Twas voice weary weel weep wild wind wings youth
Popular passages
Page 273 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 665 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 307 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 317 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase !) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered — "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 28 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Page 564 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 37 - 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 564 - O men, with sisters dear ! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
Page 375 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 60 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.