The Fireside Encyclopedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most Famous Writers, English and AmericanHenry Troth Coates H.T. Coates & Company, 1901 - 1027 pages |
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... true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to think o ' wark ? Ye jauds fling by your wheel ! Is this a time to think o ' wark , When Colin's at the door ? Rax me my cloak , I'll to the quay And see him come ashore . For there's ...
... true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to think o ' wark ? Ye jauds fling by your wheel ! Is this a time to think o ' wark , When Colin's at the door ? Rax me my cloak , I'll to the quay And see him come ashore . For there's ...
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... true . Never a scornful word should grieve ye , I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do ; — Sweet as your smile on me shone ever , Douglas , Douglas , tender and true . Oh to call back the days that are not ! My eyes were blinded , your ...
... true . Never a scornful word should grieve ye , I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do ; — Sweet as your smile on me shone ever , Douglas , Douglas , tender and true . Oh to call back the days that are not ! My eyes were blinded , your ...
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... true , Brings back their faded forms to view . How life - like , through the mist of years , Each well - remember'd face appears ! We see them , as in times long past ; From each to each kind looks are cast ; We hear their words , their ...
... true , Brings back their faded forms to view . How life - like , through the mist of years , Each well - remember'd face appears ! We see them , as in times long past ; From each to each kind looks are cast ; We hear their words , their ...
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... True , " say the children , " it may happen That we die before our time : Little Alice died last year , her grave is shapen Like a snowball , in the rime . We looked into the pit prepared to take her : Was no room for any work in the ...
... True , " say the children , " it may happen That we die before our time : Little Alice died last year , her grave is shapen Like a snowball , in the rime . We looked into the pit prepared to take her : Was no room for any work in the ...
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... true ; And what is life that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? For ever and for ever , all in a blessed home , And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come , To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast ...
... true ; And what is life that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? For ever and for ever , all in a blessed home , And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come , To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels auld lang syne beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bless bonny bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory grace grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heire of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill holy hour Karaman king lady land light lips live look look'd Lord maid milldams morning ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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Page 242 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 647 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft...
Page 640 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 759 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 735 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 143 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 733 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 290 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Page 716 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in...
Page 219 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.