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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... flowers watch the rising and setting of the sun , and where the blush of beauty and the breath of song are married ... flower of its primal bloom . It is the poet's high privilege to sit above the world . Within his heart burns a fire ...
... flowers watch the rising and setting of the sun , and where the blush of beauty and the breath of song are married ... flower of its primal bloom . It is the poet's high privilege to sit above the world . Within his heart burns a fire ...
Stran 11
... Flowers ... Retrospection 138 139 140 ... 141 143 144 ... 145 Lost ... 147 HEALD , Rev. W. M. , M.A. 98 A Wintry Sunset ... 148 Waterloo ΙΟΙ A December Rose ... 149 Moscow ... To the Sea 102 150 KNOWLES , HERBERT The Three Tabernacles ...
... Flowers ... Retrospection 138 139 140 ... 141 143 144 ... 145 Lost ... 147 HEALD , Rev. W. M. , M.A. 98 A Wintry Sunset ... 148 Waterloo ΙΟΙ A December Rose ... 149 Moscow ... To the Sea 102 150 KNOWLES , HERBERT The Three Tabernacles ...
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... flowers , And comes back without them in two or three hours ; Did she find something better ? each face clearly shows The reply to this question is " Nobody knows . " " When young Hudson calls on us and gives himself airs , And drops ...
... flowers , And comes back without them in two or three hours ; Did she find something better ? each face clearly shows The reply to this question is " Nobody knows . " " When young Hudson calls on us and gives himself airs , And drops ...
Stran 36
... flowers , Warm breezes gather wheresoe'er she treads , She's heralded by sunshine and by showers , At her approach the blossoms raise their heads .. She swiftly glides through every dingy alley , She brings the roses to each wasted ...
... flowers , Warm breezes gather wheresoe'er she treads , She's heralded by sunshine and by showers , At her approach the blossoms raise their heads .. She swiftly glides through every dingy alley , She brings the roses to each wasted ...
Stran 37
... Flower - garlands weave , with their tiny hands . Then a prayer goes up from the maiden's heart , As she views the landscape o'er ; That her life , as yet in its sweet Spring - tide , May be spotless for evermore , And that she may to ...
... Flower - garlands weave , with their tiny hands . Then a prayer goes up from the maiden's heart , As she views the landscape o'er ; That her life , as yet in its sweet Spring - tide , May be spotless for evermore , And that she may to ...
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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.