The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 4, Pages 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pages |
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... look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle ? I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself , and knows itself divine ; All harmony of instrument or versc , All prophecy , all medicine ...
... look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle ? I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself , and knows itself divine ; All harmony of instrument or versc , All prophecy , all medicine ...
Page 1281
... look in every thoughtless nest , Where birds are covered warm ; They visit caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm . If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by ...
... look in every thoughtless nest , Where birds are covered warm ; They visit caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm . If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by ...
Page 1292
... look down and up , Serene , secure , Warm as the crocus cup , Like snow - drops , pure ! Past , Future glimpse and fade Through some slight spell , A gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And sympathies , how frail , In sound ...
... look down and up , Serene , secure , Warm as the crocus cup , Like snow - drops , pure ! Past , Future glimpse and fade Through some slight spell , A gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And sympathies , how frail , In sound ...
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... look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers . Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land , Save where the maple reddens on the lawn , Flushed by the season's dawn ; Spring Or where , like those ...
... look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers . Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land , Save where the maple reddens on the lawn , Flushed by the season's dawn ; Spring Or where , like those ...
Page 1303
... looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet . At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by , And brings , you know not why , A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate 1303 Some wondrous pageant ; and you scarce ...
... looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet . At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by , And brings , you know not why , A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate 1303 Some wondrous pageant ; and you scarce ...
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Other editions - View all
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
Popular passages
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.