Favorite Poems

Εξώφυλλο
Osgood, 1877 - 112 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 24 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Σελίδα 18 - WE are the sweet flowers, Born of sunny showers, (Think, whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith ;) Utterance, mute and bright, Of some unknown delight, We fill the air with pleasure, by our simple breath : All who see us love us, — We befit all places : Unto sorrow we give smiles, — and unto graces, graces.
Σελίδα 94 - Down by whose roots, descending darkly still, (You saw it not, but heard) there gushed a rill, Whose low sweet talking seemed as if it said Something eternal to that happy shade.
Σελίδα 111 - As the wind opened in a rising gust, A voice of chanting rose, and as it spread, They plainly heard the anthem for the dead. It was the choristers who went to meet The train, and now were entering the first street. Then turned aside that city, young and old, And in their lifted hands the gushing sorrow rolled.
Σελίδα 11 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Σελίδα 26 - Welcome, brave cords," cried he ; " From bonds far worse Jaffar delivered me ; From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears ; Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears ; Restored me, — loved me, — put me on a par With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar ? " Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss, Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate Might smile upon another half as great.
Σελίδα 102 - And o'er the book they hung, and nothing said, And every lingering page grew longer as they read...
Σελίδα 20 - How great Nature, clearly, joys in red and green; What sweet thoughts she thinks Of violets and pinks, And a thousand flushing hues made solely to be 'seen...
Σελίδα 34 - With their heaped locks, or his own Delphic wreath. There seems a love in hair, though it be dead. It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread Of our frail plant, - a blossom from the tree Surviving the proud trunk; - as if it said, Patience and Gentleness is Power. In me Behold affectionate eternity.
Σελίδα 24 - Who its love, without us, can fancy, — or sweet floor ? Who shall even dare To say, we sprang not there, — And came not down that Love might bring one piece of...

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