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afar amaranth amid ancient arms beauty behold beneath birds Blackbird sings bliss blossoms bowers breath bright brow champaign CHARLES KINGSLEY clime cloud cried dark dawn daylight dies days are sad Death deep dream ears earth echoes enchanted boy faint fair fear flame flowers folded palms FREDERICK TENNYSON gates of Morn glory golden gray green haste hath hear heard heart Heaven Holytide hope hour immortal hour Immortality laugh light look'd Love mighty mirth morning mountain murmuring night o'er Octavo odorous pale plumed roll'd rose sang sang ye shadows shalt shine sighs skies soft soft eyes softly songs Sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star storm streams Summer sunny sunny brow sweet tears tender thee thou thro thunder tongues trembling turn'd twilight twixt unto VIII virgin springs voice wake weep wild wind wings World Youth Zephyrus
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Page 330 - BECKER'S GALLUS ; or, Roman Scenes of the Time of Augustus : with Notes and Excursuses illustrative of the Manners and Customs of the Ancient Romans.
Page 330 - BECKER'S CHARICLES; a Tale illustrative of Private Life among the Ancient Greeks : with Notes and Excursuses. New Edition. Post Svo.
Page 106 - Blest is the man who with the sound of song Can charm away the heartache, and forget The frost of Penury, and the stings of Wrong, And drown the fatal whisper of Regret ! Darker are the abodes Of Kings, tho' his be poor, While Fancies, like the Gods, Pass thro
Page 103 - That leans thro' cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth, And all alone in the empyreal air Fills it with jubilant sweet songs of mirth ; How far he seems, how far With the light upon his wings, Is it a bird, or star That shines, and sings ? What matter if the days be dark and frore, That sunbeam tells of other days to be, And singing in the light that floods him o'er In joy he overtakes Futurity ; Under cloud-arches vast He peeps, and sees behind Great Summer coming fast Adown the wind ! And now he dives...
Page 174 - The trim, quaint garden alleys, screen'd with boughs, The lion-headed gates, so grim and proud, The mossy fountain with its murmurings Lie in warm sunshine — while the blackbird sings. The ring of silver voices, and the sheen Of festal garments — and my Lady streams With her gay court across the garden green; Some laugh, and dance, some whisper their love-dreams; And one calls for a little page; he strings Her lute beside her — while the blackbird sings.
Page 172 - THE BLACKBIRD How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly — while the Blackbird sings.
Page 136 - If only once weird Time had rent asunder The curtain of the Clouds, and shown us Night Climbing into the awful Infinite Those stairs whose steps are worlds, above and under, Glory on glory, wonder upon wonder!
Page 172 - Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees ; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly — while the Blackbird sings. How soft the lovelight of the west reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude. On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, On the gray belfry with its ivy hood, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel that flings Its bubbling freshness — while the Blackbird sings.
Page 229 - twixt the corn, or glide Towards the tall sheafs sunny side ; Lusty Pleasures, hobnail'd Fun Throng into the noonday sun, And 'mid the merry reapers run. Draw the clear October out, Another, and another bout, Then back to labor with a shout ! The banded sheaves stand orderly Against the purple Autumn sky, Like armies of Prosperity. Hark...
Page 238 - Or thro' the dark of the o'erhanging cloud Look wistfully for light ? Who would not groan Beneath his daily task, and weep aloud ? But little children take us by the hand, And gaze with trustful cheer into our eyes; Patience and Fortitude beside us stand In woman's shape, and waft to heaven our sighs...