Souvenir of Modern Minstrelsy: A Collection of Original and Select Poetry by Living WritersGroombridge & Company, 1860 - 262 páginas |
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... , CHARLES . The Old Cottage Clock The Husband's Song Near Thee What is Noble ? A Foot upon the Step The Orphan Boy 132 133 134 182 - 182 183 The Last Meeting 9 10 VARIOUS . Page The Step - Ladder 185 Things of INDEX . xi.
... , CHARLES . The Old Cottage Clock The Husband's Song Near Thee What is Noble ? A Foot upon the Step The Orphan Boy 132 133 134 182 - 182 183 The Last Meeting 9 10 VARIOUS . Page The Step - Ladder 185 Things of INDEX . xi.
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... Things of Course 186 Song 187 The Rose and the Tomb 187 The Reply 188 Sonnet 188 Victoria 189 The Beautiful 190 The Photograph 192 O take this Laurel 193 Poems . - A . R. 194 The Little Wife - Bird 205 Evening 208 Poetical Souvenir ...
... Things of Course 186 Song 187 The Rose and the Tomb 187 The Reply 188 Sonnet 188 Victoria 189 The Beautiful 190 The Photograph 192 O take this Laurel 193 Poems . - A . R. 194 The Little Wife - Bird 205 Evening 208 Poetical Souvenir ...
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... thing and neatest ; Its hands , though old , had a touch of gold , And its chime rang still the sweetest . ' Twas a monitor , too , though its words were few , Yet they lived , though nations alter'd ; And its voice , still strong ...
... thing and neatest ; Its hands , though old , had a touch of gold , And its chime rang still the sweetest . ' Twas a monitor , too , though its words were few , Yet they lived , though nations alter'd ; And its voice , still strong ...
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... thing ; In evening's tints faded the heavens blue , The dark trees humming , the wind murmuring , The babbling tide : these tuneful sounds I heard , Set to your voice , that o'er my senses stole : Perchance , you did not know that every ...
... thing ; In evening's tints faded the heavens blue , The dark trees humming , the wind murmuring , The babbling tide : these tuneful sounds I heard , Set to your voice , that o'er my senses stole : Perchance , you did not know that every ...
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... thing for me to attain : As well the nautilus its sail might spread Out on the ocean waste , and think to gain That gold sea of the West , where heaven's last light is shed . Sweet River , when upon thy gilded beach We met , I never ...
... thing for me to attain : As well the nautilus its sail might spread Out on the ocean waste , and think to gain That gold sea of the West , where heaven's last light is shed . Sweet River , when upon thy gilded beach We met , I never ...
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angels art thou beauty bird blessed breast breath breeze bright brow cheer cloth cloud cold Coloured Plates comest crown dark dear death deep ditto doth dream E'en earth evermore eyes face faded fair fairy ring Farewell Fcap flowers gaze genius gentle GEORGE MCEWEN Gerald Massey glory golden grave grief GROOMBRIDGE AND SONS happy hath heart heaven Heigho hill holy hope Illustrated JOHN BARLEYCORN land leaves life's light lone Love's LYME REGIS memory merry Mother mournful ne'er neath never night o'er passed Poems prayer price 18 price 4d PUBLISHED BY GROOMBRIDGE RICHARD DAWES Rose round shadows shine shore sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring star summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CRAMPTON thou art thought trees Vignette voice wander wave weary weep Whilst whisper wild wind wings words young
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Página 1 - And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 2 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 84 - Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced In prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft!
Página 2 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. * And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 4 - When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly; "Tick, tick," it said — "quick out of bed, For five I've given warning; You'll never have health, you'll never get wealth, Unless you're up soon in the morning.
Página 62 - And dropt i' the grave — God's lap — our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom, Our life was but in spring, When down the solemn midnight We heard the spirits sing, " "Another bud of infancy With holy dews impearled ! " And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all thj world.
Página 4 - A friendly voice was that old, old clock, As it stood in the corner smiling, And blessed the time with a merry chime, The wintry hours beguiling ; But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock, As it called at daybreak boldly, When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly ; "Tick, tick...
Página 7 - Truer than e'er pomp arrayed! He who seeks the mind's improvement Aids the world, in aiding mind! Every great commanding movement Serves not one, but all mankind.
Página 55 - tis like a tale of olden Time, long, long ago ; When the world was in its golden Prime, and Love was lord below ! Every vein of earth was dancing With the Spring's new wine ! 'Twas the pleasant time of flowers, When I met you, love of mine. Ah ! some spirit sure was straying Out of heaven that day, When I met you, Sweet, a-Maying, In that merry, merry May. Little heart ! it shyly open'd Its red leaves' love-lore, Like a rose that must be ripen 'd To the dainty, dainty core.
Página 6 - WHAT is noble? to inherit Wealth, estate, and proud degree? There must be some other merit, Higher yet than these for me. Something greater far must enter Into life's majestic span; Fitted to create and centre True nobility in man!