Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... hours , The carnival of birds and flowers ? Yet who would choose , however dear , That spring should revel all the year ? Who loves not summer's splendid reign , The bridal of the earth and main ? Yet who would choose , however bright ...
... hours , The carnival of birds and flowers ? Yet who would choose , however dear , That spring should revel all the year ? Who loves not summer's splendid reign , The bridal of the earth and main ? Yet who would choose , however bright ...
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... hours , The carnival of birds and flowers ? Yet who would choose , however dear , That spring should revel all the year ? Who loves not summer's splendid reign , The bridal of the earth and main ? Yet who would choose , however bright ...
... hours , The carnival of birds and flowers ? Yet who would choose , however dear , That spring should revel all the year ? Who loves not summer's splendid reign , The bridal of the earth and main ? Yet who would choose , however bright ...
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... hour , Of man's maturer age , Will shake the soul with sorrow's power , And stormy passion's rage ! O Thou , whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine ! Whose years , with changeless virtue crown'd , Were all alike Divine ...
... hour , Of man's maturer age , Will shake the soul with sorrow's power , And stormy passion's rage ! O Thou , whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine ! Whose years , with changeless virtue crown'd , Were all alike Divine ...
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... 'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard Who Loves me Best?
... 'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard Who Loves me Best?
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... hour , With all its beauty on ; But death comes like a wintry day , And sweeps the pretty flower away . LORD , what is life ? - ' Tis like the bow That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colours glow , But while we look , they die ...
... hour , With all its beauty on ; But death comes like a wintry day , And sweeps the pretty flower away . LORD , what is life ? - ' Tis like the bow That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colours glow , But while we look , they die ...
Términos y frases comunes
angel ask'd bear beauty bell beneath better bless blest blood bloom blow breath breeze bright cease child dead dear death deep delight dust dwell earth earthly England eternal face fair Father field flood flow flowers gently give glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour King land leaves light live look Lord meet morn mother mountains night o'er once pass path peace praise pray prayer race reign rest rise round sabbath seek seen shine shore sight sleep smile song soon soul sound Speak spirit spring stand star storm stream sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb trees voice waves wind
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Página 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Página 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.