The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 4, Pages 1253-1648 |
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... rest Well pleased with colored vellum , leaves of gold , Fair dangling ribbons , leaving what is best , On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; Or , if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin ...
... rest Well pleased with colored vellum , leaves of gold , Fair dangling ribbons , leaving what is best , On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; Or , if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin ...
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... rest on the pitch of the torrent , In slumber I am strong . No numbers have counted my tallies , No tribes my house can fill , I sit by the shining Fount of Life And pour the deluge still ; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along ...
... rest on the pitch of the torrent , In slumber I am strong . No numbers have counted my tallies , No tribes my house can fill , I sit by the shining Fount of Life And pour the deluge still ; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along ...
Page 1259
... rest ? Too much of donning and doffing , Too slow the rainbow fades , I weary of my robe of snow , My leaves and my cascades ; I tire of globes and races , Too long the game is played ; What without him is summer's pomp , Or winter's ...
... rest ? Too much of donning and doffing , Too slow the rainbow fades , I weary of my robe of snow , My leaves and my cascades ; I tire of globes and races , Too long the game is played ; What without him is summer's pomp , Or winter's ...
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... rest ; it doth not wait ; By night and day it sweepeth by ; Ceaseless it marcheth by my door ; It heeds me not , though I implore . I know not whence it comes , nor where It goes . For me it doth not care- Whether I starve , or eat , or ...
... rest ; it doth not wait ; By night and day it sweepeth by ; Ceaseless it marcheth by my door ; It heeds me not , though I implore . I know not whence it comes , nor where It goes . For me it doth not care- Whether I starve , or eat , or ...
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... Rests on its downward way , When the moth forgets to play , And the plodding ant may dream her work is done , — Then , from the noise of war And the din of earth afar , Like some forgotten star Dropped from the sky , - The sounds of ...
... Rests on its downward way , When the moth forgets to play , And the plodding ant may dream her work is done , — Then , from the noise of war And the din of earth afar , Like some forgotten star Dropped from the sky , - The sounds of ...
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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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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.