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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice weep wild winds woods youth
Página 89 - She was pinched, and pulled, she said; And he, by friar's lantern led, Tells how the drudging goblin sweat, 105 To earn his cream-bowl duly set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubbar-fiend,
Página 23 - 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair-lined slippers for the cold, 15 With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy-buds, With coral clasps and amber studs
Página 87 - dimple sleek : 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee 35 The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty; And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with
Página 368 - Dear, tell them that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being : Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask, I never knew ; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose '5 The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Página 195 - TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power, 5 Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Página 312 - THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS. Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears 5 Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Página 255 - Half-hidden from the eye ! —Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; 10 But she is in her grave, and oh ! The difference to me ! William Wordsworth.
Página 262 - THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, J That host with their banners
Página 86 - 1° But come, thou Goddess fair and free, In heaven yclept Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth; Whom lovely Venus, at a birth, With two sister Graces more, 15 To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether (as some sager sing) The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-maying,
Página 154 - Thou' art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; 10 And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally; And death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die. John Donne.