Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne |
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... 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 ! I remember , I remember The roses , red and BY THE FIRESIDE 51 Coates Kinney Thomas Hood.
... 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 ! I remember , I remember The roses , red and BY THE FIRESIDE 51 Coates Kinney Thomas Hood.
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... never mystery But ' t is figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers . One harvest from thy field Homeward brought the oxen strong ; A second crop thy acres yield , Which I gather in a song . PART ...
... never mystery But ' t is figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers . One harvest from thy field Homeward brought the oxen strong ; A second crop thy acres yield , Which I gather in a song . PART ...
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... never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun , Atilt like a blossom among the leaves , And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His ...
... never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun , Atilt like a blossom among the leaves , And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His ...
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... never in the count of Time Came day to me more full of evil things ; Old memories of loss , of death , and pain , Start from their sleep and wound with freshest stings ; And here I stand alone , dear God , alone , A pitiless gray sky ...
... never in the count of Time Came day to me more full of evil things ; Old memories of loss , of death , and pain , Start from their sleep and wound with freshest stings ; And here I stand alone , dear God , alone , A pitiless gray sky ...
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... Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before ...
... Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before ...
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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...