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... Eliza Cook have all contributed largely and worthily to our song literature . Mrs. Hemans , the Hon . Mrs. Norton , L. E. L. , and others , have also contributed many charming pathetic lyrics , admirably adapted for music ; and , as ...
... Eliza Cook have all contributed largely and worthily to our song literature . Mrs. Hemans , the Hon . Mrs. Norton , L. E. L. , and others , have also contributed many charming pathetic lyrics , admirably adapted for music ; and , as ...
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... ELIZA COOK . BROOK . Look at this brook , so blithe , so free ! Thus hath it been , fair boy , for ever- A shining , dancing , babbling river ; And thus ' twill ever be . " Twill run from mountain to the main , With just the same sweet ...
... ELIZA COOK . BROOK . Look at this brook , so blithe , so free ! Thus hath it been , fair boy , for ever- A shining , dancing , babbling river ; And thus ' twill ever be . " Twill run from mountain to the main , With just the same sweet ...
Side 103
... ELIZA COOK . The lowering clouds , that dip themselves in rain , To shake their fleeces on the earth again . - DRYDEN . CLOUDS ( continued ) . When on their march embattled A NEW POETICAL ANTHOLOGY . 103.
... ELIZA COOK . The lowering clouds , that dip themselves in rain , To shake their fleeces on the earth again . - DRYDEN . CLOUDS ( continued ) . When on their march embattled A NEW POETICAL ANTHOLOGY . 103.
Side 106
... ELIZA COOK . Diana's queen - like step is thine , And when in dance thy feet combine They fall with truth so sweet , The music seems to come from thee , And all the notes appear to be The echoes of thy feet . EDWARD QUILLINAN . Death is ...
... ELIZA COOK . Diana's queen - like step is thine , And when in dance thy feet combine They fall with truth so sweet , The music seems to come from thee , And all the notes appear to be The echoes of thy feet . EDWARD QUILLINAN . Death is ...
Side 112
... ELIZA COOK . Oh , do not wanton with those eyes , Lest I be sick with seeing ; Nor cast them down , but let them rise , Lest shame destroy their being . EYE ( continued ) . Oh , be not angry 112 A HANDBOOK OF POETRY .
... ELIZA COOK . Oh , do not wanton with those eyes , Lest I be sick with seeing ; Nor cast them down , but let them rise , Lest shame destroy their being . EYE ( continued ) . Oh , be not angry 112 A HANDBOOK OF POETRY .
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A Handbook of Poetry. to Which Is Added a New Poetica Anthology and a ... Joseph Edwards Carpenter Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 39 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 132 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Side 172 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Side 105 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Side 126 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Side 21 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Side 39 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faeryland To struggle through dark ways ; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Side 33 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Side 187 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Side 106 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...