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... wild men watched and waited , Wolves in the forest , and bears in the bush , And I on my path belated . The rain and the night together Came down , and the wind came after , Bending the props of the pine - tree roof , And snapping many ...
... wild men watched and waited , Wolves in the forest , and bears in the bush , And I on my path belated . The rain and the night together Came down , and the wind came after , Bending the props of the pine - tree roof , And snapping many ...
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... wild , wet morning . Darling , kiss me in payment : Father's house is a better place Hark , how the wind is roaring ; When the stormy rain is pouring . Bayard Taylor 25 * GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE . Sing , I pray , a little song ...
... wild , wet morning . Darling , kiss me in payment : Father's house is a better place Hark , how the wind is roaring ; When the stormy rain is pouring . Bayard Taylor 25 * GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE . Sing , I pray , a little song ...
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... wild - hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud - pouring floods . My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here , My heart's in the Highlands a - chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer , and following the roe , My ...
... wild - hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud - pouring floods . My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here , My heart's in the Highlands a - chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer , and following the roe , My ...
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... wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , They , the true - hearted , came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums , And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come , In silence and in For Home and School . 69 ...
... wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , They , the true - hearted , came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums , And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come , In silence and in For Home and School . 69 ...
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... wild ? It is the father with his child ; He has the little one well in his arm ; He holds him safe , and he folds him warm . " My son , why hidest thy face so shy ? " " Seest thou not , father , the Erl King nigh ? The Erlen King , with ...
... wild ? It is the father with his child ; He has the little one well in his arm ; He holds him safe , and he folds him warm . " My son , why hidest thy face so shy ? " " Seest thou not , father , the Erl King nigh ? The Erlen King , with ...
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Page 286 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 160 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 101 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 89 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 120 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 272 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Page 271 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 300 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 154 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 146 - 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." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,