Famous Single and Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1890 - 364 strani |
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... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of a stream ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The bubble ' s out , the look ' s forgot ...
... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of a stream ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The bubble ' s out , the look ' s forgot ...
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... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! I love no roast but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead- Much bread I not desire . No frost or snow ...
... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! I love no roast but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead- Much bread I not desire . No frost or snow ...
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... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! JOHN STILL . Exequy . ACCEPT , thou shrine of my dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive ...
... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! JOHN STILL . Exequy . ACCEPT , thou shrine of my dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive ...
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... hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at ...
... hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at ...
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... hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ... hands the gods , With force incredible , and magic charms , First have endued : if he his ample palm Should haply on ...
... hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ... hands the gods , With force incredible , and magic charms , First have endued : if he his ample palm Should haply on ...
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Famous Single and Fugitive Poems: Collected and Edited (Classic Reprint) Rossiter Johnson Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
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ALFRED DOMETT Ann Hathaway annuity Balaklava beauty Bengalese bless blood blow blue bonnie brave breast breath bright brow busk Carcassonne cheek cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep died Doneraile doth dreams E'en earth eyes fair father fear flowers gleam glory goes-and grave Gray green Grongar Hill hand hath head hear heard heart heaven ivy green Jamie King kiss klappa lady land light lips live lonely look Maryland mitherless bairn morn mortal mother never night o'er old oaken bucket pale plain poem poor rest ring river river Lee rose round Shandon shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought Tiger Tiger's tail to-night Visit from St voice wave weary weel weep wild wind wonder Yarrow
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Stran 98 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Stran 80 - No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; 3 And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Stran 93 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Stran 270 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Stran 286 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done. In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Stran 244 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Stran 109 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Stran 97 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Stran 191 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ! No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few; On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread. And glory guards, with solemn round. The bivouac of the dead.
Stran 143 - With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.