Hoekzema's Gleanings from English PoetryJ.B. Wolters, 1893 - 334 pages |
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... Thought of God . • The Soul's Expression Comfort . · Sonnet XXXIII . From " Sonnets from the Portuguese " The Childhood of Aurora Leigh . · ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , 1809-1892 . A Farewell • • The Bugle Song " Tears , Idle Tears " " Home ...
... Thought of God . • The Soul's Expression Comfort . · Sonnet XXXIII . From " Sonnets from the Portuguese " The Childhood of Aurora Leigh . · ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , 1809-1892 . A Farewell • • The Bugle Song " Tears , Idle Tears " " Home ...
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... in visible traces The " thoughts that breathe " : in words that shine The flights of soul in sunny places To greet and company with thine . - T. HOOD . HOEKZEMA , Poetry . 4th Ed . 1 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 2. THE VOICE OF SPRING . I.
... in visible traces The " thoughts that breathe " : in words that shine The flights of soul in sunny places To greet and company with thine . - T. HOOD . HOEKZEMA , Poetry . 4th Ed . 1 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 2. THE VOICE OF SPRING . I.
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... thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember , I remember The fir - trees dark and high ; I ...
... thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember , I remember The fir - trees dark and high ; I ...
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... thought on the woman who loved him the best , And the children stood watching them out of the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And there's little to earn , and many to keep , Though the harbour bar be moaning . Three ...
... thought on the woman who loved him the best , And the children stood watching them out of the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And there's little to earn , and many to keep , Though the harbour bar be moaning . Three ...
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... thought By shameful strength unhonoured life to seek ; Our post to quit we were not trained , nor taught To trample down the weak . So we made women with their children go . The oars ply back again , and yet again ; Whilst , inch by ...
... thought By shameful strength unhonoured life to seek ; Our post to quit we were not trained , nor taught To trample down the weak . So we made women with their children go . The oars ply back again , and yet again ; Whilst , inch by ...
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Page 152 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 6 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I remember, I remember The house where I was born , The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn: He never came a wink too soon , Nor brought too long a day, But now , I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Page 138 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 167 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 42 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 167 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 169 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanos are dim, and the stars reel and swim. When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained...
Page 89 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 184 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 296 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.