Little Classics, Volume 14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... shadows rise and fall ! O lady dear , hast thou no fear ? Why and what art thou dreaming here ? Sure thou art come o'er far - off seas , A wonder to these garden trees ! Strange is thy pallor ! strange thy dress ! Strange above all thy ...
... shadows rise and fall ! O lady dear , hast thou no fear ? Why and what art thou dreaming here ? Sure thou art come o'er far - off seas , A wonder to these garden trees ! Strange is thy pallor ! strange thy dress ! Strange above all thy ...
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... shadows of the vine And fig - tree under which they sit ; And their still lives to heaven incline With an unconscious habitude , Unhistoried as smokes that rise From happy hearths and sight elude In kindred blue of morning skies . VI ...
... shadows of the vine And fig - tree under which they sit ; And their still lives to heaven incline With an unconscious habitude , Unhistoried as smokes that rise From happy hearths and sight elude In kindred blue of morning skies . VI ...
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... shadows brown , that Sylvan loves , Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude axe with heavéd stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt ; There in close covert by some brook , Where no ...
... shadows brown , that Sylvan loves , Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude axe with heavéd stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt ; There in close covert by some brook , Where no ...
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... With Earth and Ocean reconciled ; The airs I feel Around me steal - Are murmuring to the murmuring keel . Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail , A joy intense , The cooling sense Glides down my 82 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... With Earth and Ocean reconciled ; The airs I feel Around me steal - Are murmuring to the murmuring keel . Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail , A joy intense , The cooling sense Glides down my 82 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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... shadows broke , Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below . They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off , three mountain - tops , Three silent pinnacles of aged snow , Stood sunset - flushed ; and , dewed with ...
... shadows broke , Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below . They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off , three mountain - tops , Three silent pinnacles of aged snow , Stood sunset - flushed ; and , dewed with ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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Page 15 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 60 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 122 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Page 69 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 97 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 61 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Page 224 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Page 98 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 128 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Page 113 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!