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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Stran 7
... rising and setting of the sun , and where the blush of beauty and the breath of song are married in a com- munion of ... rise to the highest humour and humanity - brilliant similes and homeliest meta- phors abound . Others are full of ...
... rising and setting of the sun , and where the blush of beauty and the breath of song are married in a com- munion of ... rise to the highest humour and humanity - brilliant similes and homeliest meta- phors abound . Others are full of ...
Stran 26
... rise echoes Wakened by the sea - birds ' cries . Then I see the place by moonlight ; Music rises on the air , And those dear , old , terraced gardens Come before me broad and fair ; Midst the crowd are forms and faces That I long for ...
... rise echoes Wakened by the sea - birds ' cries . Then I see the place by moonlight ; Music rises on the air , And those dear , old , terraced gardens Come before me broad and fair ; Midst the crowd are forms and faces That I long for ...
Stran 45
... Rise from the ground : the hollow roaring wind Rustles the yellow withered leaves which lie Scattered , as emblems fit of human life , When Death , the fell Destroyer , lays his hand Upon it . In this awful vale he reigns As king ...
... Rise from the ground : the hollow roaring wind Rustles the yellow withered leaves which lie Scattered , as emblems fit of human life , When Death , the fell Destroyer , lays his hand Upon it . In this awful vale he reigns As king ...
Stran 66
... cannot measure , Its depth we do not know , Its breadth exceeds earth's treasure , Its value - who can show ? * Composed for the Halifax Sunday School Jubilee , Morning . HAVE you seen the sun rise in his 66 THE POETS OF THE SPEN VALLEY .
... cannot measure , Its depth we do not know , Its breadth exceeds earth's treasure , Its value - who can show ? * Composed for the Halifax Sunday School Jubilee , Morning . HAVE you seen the sun rise in his 66 THE POETS OF THE SPEN VALLEY .
Stran 67
... rise in his glory , Kiss the dew as it lay on the grass , Clear the valley all misty and hoary , That the breath of the morning might pass ? Have you heard the sweet songster's first chorus Break the stillness of meadow and grove , When ...
... rise in his glory , Kiss the dew as it lay on the grass , Clear the valley all misty and hoary , That the breath of the morning might pass ? Have you heard the sweet songster's first chorus Break the stillness of meadow and grove , When ...
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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.