The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 4, Pages 1253-1648 |
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Page 1291
... falls On greening grass , And o'er the mountain - walls Young angels pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung through the woods ...
... falls On greening grass , And o'er the mountain - walls Young angels pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung through the woods ...
Page 1299
... falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes ; The wild vine slipping down leaves bare 1299 Her bright breast shortening into sighs ; The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves , But the berried ivy catches ...
... falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes ; The wild vine slipping down leaves bare 1299 Her bright breast shortening into sighs ; The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves , But the berried ivy catches ...
Page 1304
... Falling , falling ! But close at the hearth , Like a cricket , sit I , Reading of summer And chivalry- Gallant chivalry ! Then with an old friend I talk of our youth ! How ' twas gladsome , but often Foolish , forsooth : But gladsome ...
... Falling , falling ! But close at the hearth , Like a cricket , sit I , Reading of summer And chivalry- Gallant chivalry ! Then with an old friend I talk of our youth ! How ' twas gladsome , but often Foolish , forsooth : But gladsome ...
Page 1321
... fall and float . As silently , as tenderly , The down of peace descends on me . O , this is peace ! I have no need Of friend to talk , of book to read : A dear Companion here abides ; Close to my thrilling heart He hides ; 1321 The holy ...
... fall and float . As silently , as tenderly , The down of peace descends on me . O , this is peace ! I have no need Of friend to talk , of book to read : A dear Companion here abides ; Close to my thrilling heart He hides ; 1321 The holy ...
Page 1326
... the wind's song , Astir in the rippled wheat All day long . That exquisite music calls The reaper everywhere— Life and death must share . The golden harvest falls . September So doth all end , - Honored Philosophy , 1326 Poems of Nature.
... the wind's song , Astir in the rippled wheat All day long . That exquisite music calls The reaper everywhere— Life and death must share . The golden harvest falls . September So doth all end , - Honored Philosophy , 1326 Poems of Nature.
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The Home Book of Verse, American and English: With an Appendix ..., Volume 1 Burton Egbert Stevenson No preview available - 1959 |
The Home Book of Verse, American and English: With an Appendix ..., Volume 1 Burton Egbert Stevenson No preview available - 1953 |
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Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn beauty bird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts chee clouds comes creeping daisies dark dead deep dost doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flowers frost garden gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee thine things thou art Vincent Bourne violets voice wander waves weary William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
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Page 1536 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Page 1425 - 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.
Page 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Page 1503 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 1373 - I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret ' By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Page 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.