The Poets of the Spen Valley: Being Biographies and Poems, by Various Authors, of the Parliamentary Division of the Spen ValleyThornton, 1892 - 192 strani |
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... Spring How to Spend Christmas A Ball - room Alphabet Remember or Forget Nearly , but not Quite Remembrance 33 BENNETT , G. W. ... 69 ... 34 The Farewell ... 69 ... ... w w w w 35 To the Ocean ... 70 36 37 BOON , W. BRINDLEY 71 39 Links ...
... Spring How to Spend Christmas A Ball - room Alphabet Remember or Forget Nearly , but not Quite Remembrance 33 BENNETT , G. W. ... 69 ... 34 The Farewell ... 69 ... ... w w w w 35 To the Ocean ... 70 36 37 BOON , W. BRINDLEY 71 39 Links ...
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... NELSON , MARK J. ... 133 All for the Best The Church - going Bell Sonnet on September 133 RHODES , ALICE G. ... 168 ... 134 Spring 168 ... 134 Life's Progress 169 ROBERTS , SAMUEL DRAKE ... 170 TAYLOR , THOMAS BIRKBY CONTENTS .
... NELSON , MARK J. ... 133 All for the Best The Church - going Bell Sonnet on September 133 RHODES , ALICE G. ... 168 ... 134 Spring 168 ... 134 Life's Progress 169 ROBERTS , SAMUEL DRAKE ... 170 TAYLOR , THOMAS BIRKBY CONTENTS .
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... , Give them a fraction of your bounteous store ; And know from heaven Christ is looking down And will forget your kindness nevermore , C Let Christmas make you tender , patient , kind , LUCY ETHEL BIRKBY . 33 Spring How to Spend Christmas.
... , Give them a fraction of your bounteous store ; And know from heaven Christ is looking down And will forget your kindness nevermore , C Let Christmas make you tender , patient , kind , LUCY ETHEL BIRKBY . 33 Spring How to Spend Christmas.
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... Spring . GAY Spring is come ! How all the earth rejoices ! No more we feel cold wintry's icy blast ; The air is filled with sounds of twittering voices That tell us gladly Spring is come at last . Her hands are filled with tender dewy ...
... Spring . GAY Spring is come ! How all the earth rejoices ! No more we feel cold wintry's icy blast ; The air is filled with sounds of twittering voices That tell us gladly Spring is come at last . Her hands are filled with tender dewy ...
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... Spring . A MAIDEN stands , one morn in May , By the side of a rippling stream ; And her eyes wander o'er the landscape fair , And the fields of verdant green That so lately had worn their robes of white ; But now are clothed in the ...
... Spring . A MAIDEN stands , one morn in May , By the side of a rippling stream ; And her eyes wander o'er the landscape fair , And the fields of verdant green That so lately had worn their robes of white ; But now are clothed in the ...
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beauty behold beneath BIRKBY Birkenshaw Birstall Bishop Auckland blest bloom born Bradford breath Briggs bright brow Chapel charms Church Cleckheaton Cleckheaton Cleckheaton Guardian Commodus dark dear death December Rose deep dread e'er earth eternal eyes fair fame fear flowers FORSHAW friends gaze give gloom glorious glory golden stair Gomersal gone hand happy Hartshead Hartshead Moor Heald hear heart heaven heavenly Heckmondwike Herbert Knowles Hightown honour hope Huddersfield Ilkley John JOHN ABBEY JOHN FIRTH Kind words King life's light live Liversedge LL.D maiden mighty Miss mortal ne'er never night noble o'er Oddy once peace Peel poems poet poetic poetry praise rich rose round School shade shadows shines sing smile song sorrow soul Southey Spen Valley Spring sweet Taylor tears tell thee thine THOMAS NAYLOR thou thought voice waves Wyke Yorkshire young youth
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Stran 118 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! She forgets The charms which she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.
Stran 118 - Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, LORD, it is good for us to be here : if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles ; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.
Stran 119 - Ah ! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love nor fear : " Peace, peace !" is the watchword — the only one here. Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah, no ! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow : Beneath, the cold dead, and around, the dark stone, Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown. The first tabernacle to Hope we will build. And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which ensures it fulfilled, And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice...
Stran 119 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford ; — The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ; But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Stran 118 - METHINKS it is good to be here : If thou wilt, let us build — but for whom ? Nor Elias nor Moses appear ; But the shadows of eve that encompass with gloom The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb.
Stran 119 - The skin that but yesterday fools could adore. For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside, And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed Save the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the shroud.
Stran 120 - FORGIVE thy foes ; — nor that alone ; Their evil deeds with good repay ; Fill, those with joy who leave thee none, And kiss the hand upraised to slay.
Stran 22 - Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Stran 118 - The charms that she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud?
Stran 120 - If quite and modest, you'll have it presumed That your humble position is only assumed, You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, or else you're a fool ; But don't get excited, keep perfectly cool — For people will talk.