Thirty Years: Being Poems, New and OldHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 507 Seiten |
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Thirty Years: Being Poems New and Old Dinah Maria Mulock 1826-1887 Craik Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2021 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alice Alma river angels Ardbeg art thou beauty bird bless breast bright calm child clasp clouds crown dark dawn dead dear death deep door dream drop earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eternal evermore eyes face fair faith feet flowers folded palm golden gray green grow hair hand happy hear heart heaven heaven's gate hills Jack-in-the-green jolly boys kiss laugh Leonora life's light live Loch Lomond look MAGNUS merry MORNA morning mother neath never night o'er pain pale peace Philip my king poor psalm quiet rest Roslin Castle Rothesay Bay round safe shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sister sleep slow smile soft song soul stand stars strange SWANAGE sweet sweet days tears tender thee thine things thou to-morrow unto voice walk watch Waterloo-day waves weep wind wren's nest young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 204 - GOD rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.
Seite 401 - O, my son's my son till he gets him a wife, But my daughter's my daughter all her life.
Seite 2 - Rule kindly, Tenderly over thy kingdom fair ; For we that love, ah ! we love so blindly, Philip, my king...
Seite 205 - ... affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night ; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day. God rest ye, all good Christians ; upon this blessed morn The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born: Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away; For Jesus Christ, our Saviour was born on Christmas-day.
Seite 135 - Two hands upon the breast, and labor is past " — RUSSIAN PROVERB Two hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest, — The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease, Two lips where grief is mute, Anger at peace; — So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot; God in His kindness answereth not.
Seite 314 - AND do the hours slip fast or slow, And are ye sad or gay ? And is your heart with your liege lord, lady, Or is it far away?" The lady raised her calm , proud head , Though her tears fell one by one : "Life counts not hours by joys or pangs, But just by duties done. And when I lie in the green kirkyard, With the mould upon my breast, Say not that 'She did well — or ill,
Seite 57 - When summon'd clay to clay. But with an equal patience sweet, We should put off this mortal gear, In whatsoe'er new form is meet, Content to re-appear. Knowing each germ of life He gives Must have in Him its source and rise, Being that of His being lives May change, but never dies.
Seite 282 - ... watch the happy life of my green things growing. Oh, the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing ! How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing; In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. I love, I love them so, — my green things growing! And I think that they love me, without false showing; For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much, With the soft mute comfort of green things growing. And...
Seite 339 - I'll thrive and harden By the road-side. "Not a bit fearful, Showing my face, Always so cheerful In every place.
Seite 189 - COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.