| 单词 | o'er |
| 例句 | Her husband is with Sonia, listening to their youngest recite poetry in that beautiful lilting voice of hers: "I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills..." You Bring the Distant Near 2017-09-12T00:00:00Z Darkness the curtain drops o'er life's dull scene: New Word-Analysis 1871-01-01T00:00:00Z Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, New Word-Analysis 1871-01-01T00:00:00Z It was like I was watching some other boy ’stead of me picking Pap up and going o'er to Spangler with my pa in his arms. The Journey of Little Charlie 2018-01-30T00:00:00Z “Oh, I see,” he cried, “‘From o'er the threshold’ means that we must stand on the wall directly above the gatehouse.” Redwall 1986-10-23T00:00:00Z That first verse, again, is a culprit, with the casual, rhyme-led syntax of "Shone round him o'er the dead." Poem of the week: Casabianca by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 2011-07-25T10:59:41Z She pushed forth with resolve: "The fields may be whitening, but I will be gone/ To roam o'er this wide world alone." Cold Specks surveys the ages during confident Echo set 2014-11-20T05:00:00Z They charge y' tuppence t' lean o'er a rope all night. Rereading: Love on the Dole by Walter Greenwood 2010-08-06T23:05:00Z Bark propitious! bear me gently o'er, Breathe soft, ye winds; rise slow, O! swelling wave! Lesbos; these eyes shall meet thy sands no more: I fly, to seek my Lover, or my Grave! Poem of the week: Sappho and Phaon by Mary Robinson 2010-04-12T09:52:00Z "Thank you for preventing my wheelchair from o'er turning," said Lady Joan. Digested classic: Possession by AS Byatt 2010-07-09T13:17:00Z Though he takes immense glee in an apocalyptic finale that leaves Chicago a ruin, our flag was still there, yet waving o'er the land of the free and the home of the Autobots. 'Transformers: Dark of the Moon:' Plot, 3-D change for the better 2011-06-28T16:59:03Z To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. Poem of the week: To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe 2010-04-26T09:17:00Z As you convey me o'er these paths so rocky, My heart leaps up at thoughts of handmade gnocchi, Of parmesan, of Belgian chocs, of tiram'su, And, sister dear, I'm leaving none for you. Come rhyme with me: the best of the books blog poets 2010-10-06T20:31:00Z As you convey me o'er these paths so rocky' ... a view of Grasmere. Come rhyme with me: the best of the books blog poets 2010-10-06T20:31:00Z Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Poem of the week: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray 2011-01-17T10:17:14Z She leaned towards every waiter, porter and pedlar and, in the voice that breathed o'er Eden, asked softly: "What is your name?" Joanna Lumley's Nile and How to Win the TV Debate 2010-04-13T05:45:00Z All we go down to the dust; and, weeping o'er the grave we make our song: The order of service for Queen's committal at St George's Chapel at Windsor Castle 2022-09-19T04:00:00Z The singer stopped singing during the line "o'er the ramparts we watched," Time magazine reported, to peek at his hand to see what the next words were. Most controversial national anthem delivered by a celebrity 2018-10-26T04:00:00Z Put Death before me and an Angel o'er me, #towerlives: Rise of towers and fall of Tiger Bay - BBC News 2016-04-11T04:00:00Z See the wheels! how they fly o'er the stones! Fairy Legends and Traditions of The South of Ireland 2012-05-22T15:16:54.237Z The loud-thumped tail that welcomed one and all, The volleyed bark that nightly would appal Our tim'rous errand boys—these things are o'er. To Your Dog and To My Dog 2012-05-22T15:16:52.220Z Sailing--sailing, To catch the rising breeze, While the winds fleet, Wailing--wailing, Sigh o'er the seas. The Smuggler: (Vol's I-III) A Tale 2012-04-26T02:00:10.260Z Here goes!—The moon Shone sad o'er the silvered waves, The nightingale trilled 'neath that night of June, Where the river the primrose laves. Punch, or the London Charivari, December 2, 1893 2012-04-23T02:00:33.287Z I In front the awful Alpine track Crawls up its rocky stair; The autumn storm-winds drive the rack Close o'er it, in the air. Poems on Travel 2012-04-23T02:00:31.163Z By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews, In habit for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer—a shade. Poetry of the Supernatural 2012-04-22T02:00:10.897Z Don Juan is something more than A versified Aurora Borealis, Which flashes o'er a waste and icy clime. Shelburne Essays, Third Series 2012-04-16T02:00:02.027Z And as he ran, Jon-a-than sent a dart o'er his head; and when the lad came to the place where it fell, the king's son cried out, It is be-yond thee. Young Folks' Bible in Words of Easy Reading The Sweet Stories of God's Word in the Language of Childhood 2012-04-13T02:00:19.530Z Upon the terrace a maiden fair Was gazing the waters o'er, And dreaming of vows of love she ne'er Would hear, as in days of yore. Punch, or the London Charivari, December 2, 1893 2012-04-23T02:00:33.287Z Our toils are o'er,5 Our exile is accomplished. Poems on Travel 2012-04-23T02:00:31.163Z Back from the chill sea-deeps, gliding o'er the sand dunes, Home to the old home, once again to meet? Poetry of the Supernatural 2012-04-22T02:00:10.897Z What sudden blaze of song Spreads o'er the expanse of Heaven? Shelburne Essays, Third Series 2012-04-16T02:00:02.027Z And when the wise men came to Beth-le-hem, lo, the star that had led them stood still in the sky, right o'er the place where the young child was. Young Folks' Bible in Words of Easy Reading The Sweet Stories of God's Word in the Language of Childhood 2012-04-13T02:00:19.530Z Thy folds should float o'er the brave and free, And never protect foul Slavery! Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, November 11, 1893 2012-04-12T02:00:28.173Z Many a vanished year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, Have swept o'er Corinth; yet she stands, A fortress formed to Freedom's hands. Poems on Travel 2012-04-23T02:00:31.163Z In the "Ode on the Installation" Gray says: "Their tears, their little triumphs o'er Their human passions now no more." Notes and Queries, Vol. IV, Number 111, December 13, 1851 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. 2012-04-08T02:00:23.437Z These fled—afflictions follow'd; They, too, will soon be o'er— Soon we shall meet in heaven, To separate no more. Recollections of Windsor Prison; Containing Sketches of its History and Discipline with Appropriate Strictures and Moral and Religious Reflection 2012-04-06T02:00:31.240Z The rich, the noble, and the great, Offer thee wealth, and power, and state, And fortunes running o'er! The Gipsy (Vols I & II) A Tale 2012-04-06T02:00:27.227Z Does he wish the sky to pour Souls by thousands running o'er? The Catholic World; Volume I, Issues 1-6 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine 2012-04-05T02:00:40.207Z Grim Death And Time are grudging of Life's little span:70 Wan Time speeds lightly o'er the waving corn, Death grins from yonder cynical old thorn. Poems on Travel 2012-04-23T02:00:31.163Z The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. The Tree of Knowledge A Novel 2012-04-05T02:00:35.603Z Twice she essayed to speak, and then Her face drooped o'er the corpse again, While forth from the disshevelled hair A husky whisper stirred the air. The Portland Sketch Book 2012-03-28T02:00:28.847Z Fall like soft shadows o'er the sunny past. Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z So bright, so thickly scattered o'er the plain, Before the walls of Troy, between the ships And Xanthus' stream, the Trojan watchfires blazed. The Catholic World; Volume I, Issues 1-6 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine 2012-04-05T02:00:40.207Z Beside the road a shallow stream Goes leaping o'er its rocky bed: Here lie the corn-fields with a gleam Of daisies white and poppies red. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z You know 'The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.' The Tree of Knowledge A Novel 2012-04-05T02:00:35.603Z We veil not in its grave Ambition's brow— It is not o'er the brave We gather now! The Portland Sketch Book 2012-03-28T02:00:28.847Z Boom o'er the broad waters, thou musical tone, Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z Tell him I nurse his noble race, Nor weep save o'er one sleeping face Wherein those looks of his I trace. The Catholic World; Volume I, Issues 1-6 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine 2012-04-05T02:00:40.207Z All these silent thoughts did swim o'er his eyes grown strange and dim,— Toll slowly. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z "See how the cross of Christ a crown entwines: High o'er God's temple it refulgent shines; Pledging bright guerdon for each passing pain: Take up the cross, if thou the crown would'st gain." Notes and Queries, Vol. IV, Number 109, November 29, 1851 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. 2012-03-25T02:00:04.460Z The moon went down, and o'er that glowing sea, With darkness, Silence spread abroad her wing, Nor dash of oars, nor harp's wild minstrelsy Came o'er the waters in that mighty ring. The Portland Sketch Book 2012-03-28T02:00:28.847Z Whose genius and wisdom shed light o'er your isle. Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z Hills peep o'er hills, and alps on alps arise. Webster's Unabridged Dictionary 2012-03-24T02:00:23.513Z And rider after rider spurred round his snorting horse; The lady Kunigunde Saw him vanish o'er the rampart, and never felt remorse. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z A radiant baldric o'er his shoulder tied Sustained the sword that glittered at his side. Webster's Unabridged Dictionary (2nd 100 Pages) 2012-03-24T02:00:19.387Z The throbbing heart, that late had said farewell, Still lingering on the wave that bore it home, At that bright hour sigh'd o'er the dying swell, And thought on years of absence yet to come. The Portland Sketch Book 2012-03-28T02:00:28.847Z Stay, oh! stay a while! and o'er me, Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z With horrid wounds they gash their brutal brows, And o'er their murdered parents bind their vows. A Source Book of Medi?val History Documents Illustrative of European Life and Institutions from the German Invasions to the Renaissance 2012-03-23T02:00:40.930Z As the ocean surge o'er sand Bears a swimmer safe to land, Kyrat safe his rider bore; Rattling down the deep abyss Fragments of the precipice Rolled like pebbles on a shore. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z To the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea. Webster's Unabridged Dictionary (2nd 100 Pages) 2012-03-24T02:00:19.387Z Ay, o'er that host the sacred name Of Allah rolled, a scorching flame, That thrilled into the heart's deep core, And swelled it like a heaving ocean Visited by Tempest's roar. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z Forget not that o'er her the sign must be crossed, Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z She put him on a snow-white shroud, A chaplet on his head; And gathered only primroses To scatter o'er the dead. It May Be True, Vol. III (of III) 2012-03-20T02:00:14.013Z The bright broad river's gushing tide Sweeps, winding onward, far and wide, And we are half-way struggling o'er To yon unknown and silent shore. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z Why thy dark shadow o'er me cast, My better thoughts to chill? It May Be True, Vol. II (of III) 2012-03-20T02:00:12.527Z Promptly—swiftly—fatally burst, That storm by Patriot-piety nursed; Down it swept the mountain's side; Fast o'er the plain it pour'd, An avalanche—a deluge wide, O'er the invader roared. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z But though the sweet days of our converse are o'er, Baron Bruno Or, the Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories 2012-03-28T02:00:24.407Z And down within the silent grave, He laid his weary head; And soon the early violets Grew o'er his grassy bed. It May Be True, Vol. III (of III) 2012-03-20T02:00:14.013Z Not lighter o'er the springing rainbow Walhalla's gods repair, Than we, in sweeping journey over The bending bridge of air. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z How many, disappointed and weeping o'er "idols of clay," stretch out the arms of their souls for something they can lean on in safety! Delusion, or The Witch of New England 2012-03-19T02:00:28.267Z Day by day, o'er tower and turret, In foul weather and in fair— Day by day, in vaster numbers, Flocked the poets of the air. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z Thoughts of a misspent youth, of home and friends and things, came o'er me. Mr. Punch in the Hunting Field 2012-03-17T02:01:06.070Z To God my love leads me: The gates of heaven he'll open, But hell shall close o'er thee! The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda 2012-03-15T02:00:28.817Z From the highest hill, He gazes o'er the wild whose plains he spurned, And his eye kindles, and his breast expands, With an upheaving consciousness of might. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z A prince, whose life And conduct thus are marked by every act That may define a Tyrant, is unfit To rule o'er Freemen. Mathieu Ropars: et cetera 2012-03-15T02:00:28.013Z Then in vain o'er tower and turret, From the walls and woodland nests. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z Suddenly o'er me They swept again from their deep ocean bed And in a tumult of delight, and strong As youth, and beautiful as youth, upbore me. The Optimist's Good Morning 2012-03-15T02:00:23.453Z Two young, thoughtless men, Pushed by this duel o'er a precipice To die! The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda 2012-03-15T02:00:28.817Z At last came forest shadows, and the road Winding through bush and bracken, and at last The hoarse stream rumbling o'er its quartz-sown crags. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z The school-girl loaths her bread and butter, Pouts o'er her tea, Mumbles her lessons in a flutter— Ask, who is he? Mathieu Ropars: et cetera 2012-03-15T02:00:28.013Z Soon as he learned, his penitent hand defiled His shriveled brow and bloodless cheeks, and tore The hoary locks that streamed his shoulders o'er. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z Help me to look behind, before, To make my past and future form A bow of promise, meeting o'er The darkness of my day of storm. The Optimist's Good Morning 2012-03-15T02:00:23.453Z Ah, When he walks o'er me with such heavy tread, Does he not fear to rouse a slumbering king? The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda 2012-03-15T02:00:28.817Z And if I die here apart,—o'er my dead and silent heart They shall pass out safe and free. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z Villain is triumphant—blood and murder seem to be victorious over innocence and virtue—when suddenly "a change comes o'er the spirit of their dreams." Doesticks, What He Says 2012-03-14T02:00:27.940Z River and fountain, brook and rill, Bespangled o'er with livery gay Of silver droplets, wind their way. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places The same dear things lift up the same fair faces. The Optimist's Good Morning 2012-03-15T02:00:23.453Z The stupid peasants run, And o'er the bridges tear! The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda 2012-03-15T02:00:28.817Z She beat her breast, she wrung her hands, Till sun and day were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice shone The twinkling of the star. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z Proud was its bearing, head up, and tail high," and Mr. Green most poetically described it in these words: "It brushed the morning dew, And o'er the carpet flew, With all becoming grace. Geoffery Gambado A Simple Remedy for Hypochondriacism and Melancholy Splenetic Humours 2012-03-14T02:00:27.650Z From Calvary at eve, the angels wending, On slow, hushed wing, their holy vigil o'er, Saw it afar, and swift their white wings, blending With trembling fear, their pure eyes spread before. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track, The truant warbler comes stealing back. The Optimist's Good Morning 2012-03-15T02:00:23.453Z His dear blood yet Seems dripping o'er thee, Oh, night of horror, Night of shame! The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda 2012-03-15T02:00:28.817Z And he longed, as he looked o'er that dreadful steep, For wings to aid his flight; For that cliff is full fifty fathoms deep, And his horse drew back with fright. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z She brushed the evening dew, And o'er the carpet flew, With all becoming grace. Geoffery Gambado A Simple Remedy for Hypochondriacism and Melancholy Splenetic Humours 2012-03-14T02:00:27.650Z "Will, lad! what's come o'er thee?" said she to him, as he sat listlessly gazing into the fire. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 1. No 1, June 1850 2012-03-21T02:00:31.390Z With this tool the Yahgan felled trees, or fashioned his harpoon, or stripped the blubber from a stranded whale, or trimmed his o'er long bangs, as occasion required. The Gold Diggings of Cape Horn A Study of Life in Tierra del Fuego and Patagonia 2012-03-13T02:00:27.187Z Heart, my heart, what change comes o'er thee? Life of Beethoven 2012-03-12T03:00:21.693Z The Wildgrave spurred his courser light, O'er moss and moor, o'er holt and hill; And on the left and on the right, Each Stranger Horseman followed still. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z In the radiant front superior shines That first paternal virtue, public zeal, Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey, And, ever musing on the common weal, Still labors glorious with some great design. Noble Deeds of American Women With Biographical Sketches of Some of the More Prominent 2012-03-10T03:00:13.687Z And one an English home—lantern-light poured On a forced safe, skeleton keys, Whilst gloating o'er the family plate there stored, Glowered the murderer, Peace. Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 3, 1887 2012-03-09T03:00:20.130Z And the great ships sail outward and return Bending and bowing o'er the billowing swell, And ever joyful as they see it burn, They wave their silent welcome and farewell. Historic Shrines of America Being the Story of One Hundred and Twenty Historic Buildings and the Pioneers Who Made Them Notable 2012-03-08T03:00:11.013Z When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places The same dear things lift up the same fair faces; The Violet is here. Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth 2012-03-06T03:00:22.850Z And man and horse, and hound and horn, Destructive sweep the field along; While, joying o'er the wasted corn, Fell Famine marks the maddening throng. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z She sees their smiles, their music hears, And feels affection's holy thrall; But duty's voice, from out the skies, In sweeter tones, is heard o'er all. Noble Deeds of American Women With Biographical Sketches of Some of the More Prominent 2012-03-10T03:00:13.687Z Faintness stealing o'er me— Ha—at last—a pump! Mr Punch's Model Music Hall Songs and Dramas Collected, Improved and Re-arranged from Punch 2012-03-06T03:00:20.097Z Yet, wretched ruler o'er these empty gauds, A part remains to play, and I will play it. Life Without and Life Within or, Reviews, Narratives, Essays, and poems. 2012-03-05T03:00:13.070Z If paint it e'er had known, it knew no more Than yellow lichens spattered thickly o'er That soft lead gray, less dark beneath the eaves, Which the slow brush of wind and weather leaves. Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth 2012-03-06T03:00:22.850Z For yonder, o'er the wild grass-matted slope The house stands, or it stood but yesterday. In the Saddle A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding 2012-03-26T02:00:41.847Z Count life by virtues—these will last When life's lame-footed race is o'er. Noble Deeds of American Women With Biographical Sketches of Some of the More Prominent 2012-03-10T03:00:13.687Z THE bird that sings one only strain, To tell his passion o'er and o'er, Can feel as much of joy or pain As if he knew a thousand more. Songs Ysame 2012-03-04T03:00:13.113Z No more to thee, no more, no more, Till thy circling life be o'er, A mutual heart shall be a home, Of weary wishes happy tomb. Life Without and Life Within or, Reviews, Narratives, Essays, and poems. 2012-03-05T03:00:13.070Z Every spring we long, as Whittier wrote— "To come to Bayberry scented slopes, And fragrant Fern and Groundmat vine, Breathe airs blown o'er holt and copse, Sweet with black Birch and Pine." Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth 2012-03-06T03:00:22.850Z "When the voyage is o'er, O stand on the shore And show Him at last to me." Mater Christi Meditations on Our Lady 2012-02-25T03:00:09.890Z The Pilgrims would hardly recognize it, though now, as in centuries before their coming, "The waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray, As they break along the shore." Nooks and Corners of the New England Coast 2012-02-22T03:00:25.113Z Should nature's frame in ruins fall, And chaos o'er the sinking ball Resume the primeval sway, His courage chance and fate defies, Nor feels the wreck of earth and skies Obstruct its destined way. The Last Words of Distinguished Men and Women (Real and Traditional) 2012-02-22T03:00:24.020Z For, alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er! Life Without and Life Within or, Reviews, Narratives, Essays, and poems. 2012-03-05T03:00:13.070Z Oh! my dear Lord, your Goodness is too great: And I'm o'er paid for all my Sorrows past. The Perjur'd Husband 2012-02-21T03:00:19.123Z We have not got to wait till the voyage is o'er before seeing Him. Mater Christi Meditations on Our Lady 2012-02-25T03:00:09.890Z Lost Youth," the author of "Evangeline," a native of Portland, tells us: "I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! Nooks and Corners of the New England Coast 2012-02-22T03:00:25.113Z Then said another: 'Ah, so may thy wish, That takes thee o'er the mountain, be fulfilled, As thou shalt graciously give aid to mine! Modern Painters. Vol. III (of V) Containing Part IV. Of Many Things 2012-02-20T03:00:15.843Z The sick, the poor rejoice once more, Pale cheeks resume their glow, And those who thought their day was o'er New life to May suns owe. Life Without and Life Within or, Reviews, Narratives, Essays, and poems. 2012-03-05T03:00:13.070Z To that soft Shrine that holds that Sacred Image, Which triumphs o'er my Soul, and grasps it all, I knew my boundless Treasure, and the Thought Of losing thee had rais'd my Love to Madness. The Perjur'd Husband 2012-02-21T03:00:19.123Z I have denied his access o'er and o'er: Then what means this? Twelfth Night or, What You Will 2012-02-18T03:00:14.920Z "I weep for them, I do, I'm sure," The Barge-owner replied; Then sorted out the nastiest things His rubbish-ship supplied, And, winking to his dismal friend, He chucked them o'er the side! Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 4th 1914 2012-02-17T03:00:35.863Z And, just o'er the place she sat, they had pinned from bough to bough of those neighbouring trees two shawls, and blankets two, together, to keep the drizzle off her. The Cloister and the Hearth A Tale of the Middle Ages 2012-02-17T03:00:30.347Z In vain, o'er life, that early beam Such radiance shed;—the impetuous stream Of strife has seized him, onward borne, While left behind his loved ones mourn. Life Without and Life Within or, Reviews, Narratives, Essays, and poems. 2012-03-05T03:00:13.070Z I must tell thee, Boy, He's mine already: nor would he forsake me To hold Command o'er all the Universe. The Perjur'd Husband 2012-02-21T03:00:19.123Z "For never again shall bark o' mine Sail o'er the windy sea, Unless, by the blessing of God, for this Be found a remedy." The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z The Spirit of the world, Beholding the absurdity of men,— Their vaunts, their feats,—let a sardonic smile, For one short moment, wander o'er his lips. The Gentle Reader 2012-02-15T03:00:37.463Z Presently a strange dimness came o'er me, I lay down to sleep on the snow. The Cloister and the Hearth A Tale of the Middle Ages 2012-02-17T03:00:30.347Z One, pale as yonder waning moon, With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave, It blushes o'er the world: Yet both so passing wonderful! From the Lakes of Killarney to the Golden Horn 2012-02-15T03:00:25.610Z Oh! my Bassino! this Excess of Kindness Exalts me o'er all Mortals, if you're true, There's not a Blast within the Power of Fortune Can shock my Happiness. The Perjur'd Husband 2012-02-21T03:00:19.123Z The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,— When, Oh! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her. The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z To his heart he would repeat this o'er and o'er again till it was used to it. The Curse of Koshiu A Chronicle of Old Japan 2012-02-14T03:00:23.467Z I went forward all dizzied, like one in an ill dream; and presently a gentleman came up with his servants, all on horseback, and had like to have rid o'er me. The Cloister and the Hearth A Tale of the Middle Ages 2012-02-17T03:00:30.347Z May halcyon-birds that hover o'er the brine Diffuse abroad their own tranquillity, Till ocean stretches stilly as the wine In this deep cup which now we drain to thee. A Little Book of Old Time Verse Old Fashioned Flowers 2012-02-13T03:00:15.823Z Hence in the grounds of this period, house and country "Wrapt all o'er in everlasting green Make one dull, vapid, smooth and tranquil scene." Garden-Craft Old and New 2012-02-12T03:00:11.083Z Then let us pray that come it may— As come it will, for a' that— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that! The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z Ruddy and vigorous, he is not sicklied o'er with any pale cast whatever. Behind the Mirrors The Psychology of Disintegration at Washington 2012-02-11T03:03:55.693Z And now, the first day of the new o'er arches all. The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll, Vol. 12 (of 12) Dresden Edition?Miscellany 2012-02-11T03:03:47.297Z Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. A Little Book of Old Time Verse Old Fashioned Flowers 2012-02-13T03:00:15.823Z Or Cowley's "My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field." Garden-Craft Old and New 2012-02-12T03:00:11.083Z Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battlefields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and illumined in story, Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame! The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll, Vol. 3 (of 12) Dresden Edition?Lectures 2012-02-11T03:03:43.960Z But softer, floating o'er the deep, The mermaid's sweet, sea-soothing lay, That charmed the dancing waves to sleep, Before the bark of Colonsay. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in; But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. A Little Book of Old Time Verse Old Fashioned Flowers 2012-02-13T03:00:15.823Z But on file and floor, and the tables o'er, And in pigeon-holes well stored, Are letters many, and papers more— An ever-growing hoard! Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 62, Feb 3, 1872 2012-02-10T03:00:16.947Z For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet for a' that; That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that! The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z "They talk religion in their mouth; They talk o' mercy, grace, an' truth, For what? to gie their malice skouth On some puir wight, An' hunt him down, o'er right an' ruth, To ruin straight." The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll, Vol. 3 (of 12) Dresden Edition?Lectures 2012-02-11T03:03:43.960Z The trout was nae less than a fit and a quarter lang, as thick as my arm, and spotted all o'er wi' shining spots, like a leopard. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands A purer azure. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z As Campbell proudly put it: Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. England 2012-02-09T03:00:12.957Z I long to see the northern lights With their rushing splendors fly, Like living things with flaming wings, Wide o'er the wondrous sky. The Land of Song, Book II For lower grammar grades 2012-02-16T03:00:03.167Z Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll, Vol. 3 (of 12) Dresden Edition?Lectures 2012-02-11T03:03:43.960Z Long ere the dawn, by devious ways, O'er hills, through woods, o'er dreary wastes, they sought The upland moors, where rivers, there but brooks Dispart to different seas. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Hence the limbs Knit into force; and the same Roman arm That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd earth, First learned, while tender, to subdue the wave. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z Comes it not like dreams Stealing o'er the vales and streams? Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3) Tales by Musaeus, Tieck, Richter 2012-02-08T03:00:20.643Z Angels o'er the palm trees flying, Touch their waving fronds to rest. Spanish Highways and Byways 2012-02-06T03:00:15.617Z Poor wretch!—my musing dream is o'er; Thy shivering form I view once more, And all the pains thy race is doom'd to prove. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z The spot is wild, the banks are steep, With eglantine and hawthorn blossomed o'er, Lychnis and daffodils, and hare-bells blue. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z Better to lie and doze than gape amain, Hearing still mumbled o'er the same eternal strain, ......... Highways and Byways in Cambridge and Ely 2012-02-03T03:00:22.657Z Would you rather I should leave you Brooding o'er your pain? The Little Gleaner, Vol. X. A Monthly Magazine for the Young 2012-02-03T03:00:20.453Z A golden cloud came floating o'er my head, With kindred glories round the sun to blend! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Four trees I pass not by, Which o'er our house their evening shadow threw;— Three ash, and one of elm. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Peaceful, beneath primeval trees that cast Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z Wonder divine o'er the sorrow and sin of the earth-condemned races Dwelt in the heart of the moon-daughter, now beyond ken of her kindred. Istar of Babylon A Phantasy 2012-01-31T03:00:15.543Z These poems, about fifty in number, are scattered throughout the work like wild flowers o'er mead and hill, in copse and glen. Donahoe's Magazine, Vol. XV, No. 4, April, 1886 Volume 15 (January 1886 - July 1886) 2012-01-29T03:00:07.953Z Then gently breathe, and softly tread, As if thy steps were o'er the dead! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z When the swollen streams, o'er crag and gully gushing, Like full hearts break, Will there then one whose heart despair is crushing, Mourn for my sake? The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z What need I mention those inclement skies Where, frequent o'er the sickening city, plague, The fiercest child of Nemesis divine, Descends? Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z A Lady loved a Parson good, And vowed she'd still be true, Alas, the Sword goes o'er the Hood, The Sword of Montague! Parson Kelly 2012-01-28T03:00:30.303Z To name thee thus had been to speak thy name, And waken, o'er thy cheek, the blush of modest shame. The Thirteenth Greatest of Centuries 2012-01-28T03:00:21.937Z Then did we learn that this our stranger tent, Seen by the lake-side gleaming like a sail, Had quickly spread o'er mountain and o'er vale A gentle shock of pleased astonishment. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Oh! who would think, in cheerless solitude, Who o'er these twilight waters glided slow, That genius, with a time-surviving glow, These wild lone scenes so proudly hath imbued! The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods, Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar, Thick-swarm the brighter birds. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z And those two heads o'er the watersheds Of the Thames and Lea do hover, Till a noxious brewage of slime and sewage Is the draught of the water-lover. Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, September 30th 1893 2012-01-27T03:00:22.100Z Vessel good and favoring breezes, Pilot, trusty, soon shall we Once more see the towers of Marseilles Rising o'er the briny sea. The Thirteenth Greatest of Centuries 2012-01-28T03:00:21.937Z Into each deep glen's dark recess, The day-shine pours like rain, So strong and sudden is the light Reflected from that wonder bright, Now tilting o'er the Main. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Pollok was tall, well proportioned, of a dark complexion, "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought," with deep-set eyes, heavy eyebrows and black bushy hair. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Where the pool Stands mantled o'er with green, invisible Amid the floating verdure millions stray. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z This Public Water Examiner, "With legal right of entry," Should right the wrong of this Dragon strong, And o'er river-rights stand sentry. Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, September 30th 1893 2012-01-27T03:00:22.100Z "Here!" answered Senta, and she sang: "Angel above, oh! bring to me The pale man sailing o'er the sea!" Great Opera Stories Taken from Original Sources in Old German 2012-01-25T03:00:33.660Z Look where I may, a tranquillizing soul Breathes forth a life-like pleasure o'er the whole. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Three armies scattered like the spray, Beneath one summer sun Who pausing 'mid this solitude Of rocky streams and leafy trees,— Who, gazing o'er this quiet wood, Would ever dream of these? The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Behold, slow-settling o'er the lurid grove, Unusual darkness broods; and growing gains The full possession of the sky, surcharg'd With wrathful vapor, from the secret beds, Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z That hand must ply the ignominious needle, This mind brood o'er the salutary dish, I must grow sober as a parish beadle, And having fish to fry, must fry my fish. Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910 2012-01-24T03:00:23.377Z "The lilies and roses abandon the plain; Tho' the summer's gone by, yet the shamrock remains, Like a friend in misfortune, it blooms o'er the snow; Oh, my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go." Donahoe's Magazine, Volume XV, No. 3 Volume XV (Jan 1886-Jul 1886) 2012-01-23T03:00:12.223Z Thou seest them still: and oh! how soft a shade Does memory breathe o'er mountain, wood, and glade! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z So, even now this hour hath sped, In rapturous thought o'er me, Feeling myself with nature wed,— A holy mystery,— A part of earth, a part of heaven, A part, great God! of Thee. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Still let me pierce into the midnight depth Of yonder grove, of wildest, largest growth; That, forming high in air a woodland quire, Nods o'er the mount beneath. Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol III, No 13, 1851 2012-02-10T03:00:15.463Z What sorrow, silvered with a smile, Slides o'er the face divine? Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910 2012-01-24T03:00:23.377Z I dipped my hand in the sea, Wantonly— The sun shone red o'er castle and cave; Dreaming, I rocked on the sleepy wave;— I drew a pearl from the sea. Donahoe's Magazine, Volume XV, No. 3 Volume XV (Jan 1886-Jul 1886) 2012-01-23T03:00:12.223Z Ah me! what touching silentness Slept o'er the face divine Of my dear maid! methought each tress Hung 'mid the light of tenderness, Like clouds in soft moonshine. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So fades a wave along the shore. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last, After many a mile so long and lone is over past. Martha or, The Fair at Richmond 2012-01-19T03:00:23.947Z Upon one steadfast base of truth we stand, Love lifts her sheltering walls on either hand; Arched o'er our head is Hope's transcendent dome, And in the Father's heart of hearts our home. Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910 2012-01-24T03:00:23.377Z There where the Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn A trembling smile softly begins to dawn ... Poems 2012-01-19T03:00:23.447Z Changeless his mien; not even one flitting trace Of spirit wanders o'er his furrow'd face; No feeling moves his venerable head: —He sitteth there—an emblem of the dead! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z His father was "a godly man," and was wont, morning and evening, to "turn o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, the big ha' Bible," and worship God, with his family. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last, After many a mile so long and lone is over past. Martha or, The Fair at Richmond 2012-01-19T03:00:23.947Z In such disguise, o'er many a wave he rode, But reaching, now, that isle remote, forsook The azure deep, and at the spacious grot Where dwelt the amber-tressed nymph arrived, Found her within. The Life and Writings of Henry Fuseli, Volume I (of 3) 2012-01-18T03:00:13.193Z Don't call such a place a drug store, pray; But "drinking saloon," and you'd better say On the sign o'er the door in letters clear, "Ye abandon all hope who enter here!" Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z Then, bending mute in dreams of painful bliss, Breathes o'er her neck a father's tenderest kiss, And with light hand upon her forehead fair Smooths the stray ringlets of her silky hair! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where melancholy with still silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. The Genius of Scotland or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion 2012-02-11T03:03:41.800Z Thus kindly I'll scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. Martha or, The Fair at Richmond 2012-01-19T03:00:23.947Z Taste lastly comes, and smooths the whole, And breathes her polish o'er his soul; Glowing with wild, yet chasten'd heat, The wonderous work is now complete. The Life and Writings of Henry Fuseli, Volume I (of 3) 2012-01-18T03:00:13.193Z So into the carriage the old man crept, Thanking her gratefully, o'er and o'er, Till she bade him listen while she would tell A story, concerning that old stage door. Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z With happy smiles and happy sighs, She kiss'd the infant's closing eyes, Then, o'er him in the cradle laid, Moved her dear lips as if she pray'd. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Build it up with stone so strong, Dance o'er my Lady Lee; Huzza! 't will last for ages long, With a gay lady. The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes 2012-01-15T03:00:17.137Z Mark where breaks the whit'n'd wave 'Mid the cliffs—an arch�d cave; Light and shadow play within, Flick'ring o'er its walls; In the gloom—with Hell akin— A dull stream slowly crawls. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z But lo! the Painter's magic force Arrests the phantom's fleeting course; It lives—it lives—the canvass glows, And tenfold vigour o'er it flows. The Life and Writings of Henry Fuseli, Volume I (of 3) 2012-01-18T03:00:13.193Z Then Ackbar nearer crept and lifted high His arms toward the heaven so far and blue Wherein the sunset rays began to die, While o'er the band, a deeper silence grew. Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z There, gleam no lovely hues of hanging wood, No spot of sunshine lights her sullen side; For horror shaped the wild in wrathful mood, And o'er the tempest heaved the mountain's pride. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z AS I was going o'er Westminster Bridge, I met with a Westminster scholar; He pulled off his cap, an' drew off his glove, And wished me a very good morrow. The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes 2012-01-15T03:00:17.137Z If I should ask Him, then, what tempests dread, What anger thundering o'er this wretched head! The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z He was a doughty, wrinkled hero, o'er fond of fire-water, and wore a battered silk hat for a crown. Historic Waterways?Six Hundred Miles of Canoeing Down the Rock, Fox, and Wisconsin Rivers 2012-01-13T03:00:14.813Z On his lowly couch reclining, soon in weariness he slept, While the storm clouds o'er him thundering, long and loud their vigils kept. Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z Each day she seems to them more bright And beautiful,—a gleam of light That plays and dances o'er the shadowy earth! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Great pile proceed!—and o'er the brine May every prosperous gale be thine, 'Till freighted deep with Asia's stores, You reach again your native shores. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Nature, o'er day and night alternate dreaming, Brings forth a swart child now, and now a fair: On thee attends, O Queen in beauty beaming, A better Nature, with a rule how rare! The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z "Alas!" the voice returned, "'tis thou art blind, Not I unmerciful; I can forgive, But have no skill to heal thy spirit's eyes; Only the soul hath power o'er itself." Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Wide o'er the realm the couriers rode, And fast their horses ran, And many they saw, and to many they spake, But they found no happy man. Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z Peace to the dead! the voice of Nature cries, Even o'er the grave where guilt or frailty lies; Compassion drives each sterner thought away, And all seem good when mouldering in the clay. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Were it not better in these glooms to stay, And, while on high the autumnal tempests blow, Let others o'er the wild seas take their way, And I with my Livinia's tresses play?— The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Part, lightly flitting o'er the meadows fair, Strive their own lilies with meet rose to pair. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z But I looked for signs and wonders, That o'er men should give me sway, Thirsting to be more than mortal, I was even less than clay. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z We could see by the musket gleam, A single sentry firing, but the balls passed harmless by, For the stars had hid their faces and clouds swept o'er the sky. Recitations for the Social Circle 2012-01-17T03:00:22.643Z The parted soul in God-given strength sublime, Streams undimm'd splendour o'er unmeasured time; Still on the earth the sainted hues survive, Dead in the tomb, but in the heart alive. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z A shatter'd roof o'er every hut appears, And mouldering brick-work prompts the traveller's fears; A church, with half a priest, I grieve to see, Grass round its door, and rust upon its key!— The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Faith still strong within the fire, Faith triumphant o'er its ire. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Slept again the aspen silence, But her loneliness was o'er; Round her heart a motherly patience Wrapt its arms for evermore; From her soul ebbed back the sorrow, Leaving smooth the golden shore. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care; And never brooch the folds confined Above a heart more good and kind. Discipline 2012-01-08T03:00:17.620Z But now, I feel my pensive spirit turn, Where parents, brothers, sisters, o'er thee mourn. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Nature at last these ruins may repair, When fate's long dream is o'er, and she forgets to weep Some real world once more may be assigned, Some new born mansion for the immortal mind! The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z That actor in the play, who, looking down When he should cry 'O heaven!' was thought a clown And guilty of a solecism, might have Applause for such an action o'er this grave. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean;— Yet there the freedom of a race began. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Who e'er returned of all that went before, To tell of that long road they travel o'er? The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam 2012-01-08T03:00:15.553Z Her childish years Like clouds pass'd o'er her head, When life is all one rosy smile, or tears Of natural grief, forgotten soon as shed. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z From the day we arrived on this desolate shore We still have been wishing to see you once more, And your freedom enjoy, now the danger is o'er. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z What other prayers o'er clouds and sky's vast bound Seek, by thy prayers this will at home be found. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z See! on my hands this freshening gore Writes o'er again its crimson proof! Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Tell one by one my scanty virtues o'er; As for my sins, forgive them by the score; Let not my faults kindle Thy wrath to flame; By blest Muhammad's tomb, forgive once more! The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam 2012-01-08T03:00:15.553Z Again he dares to view the air: The beauteous ghost yet lingers there, Veil'd in a spotless shroud: Breathing in tones subdued and low, Bent o'er him like Heaven's radiant bow, And still as evening-cloud. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z What madness did your fancy guide— Why have you left so large a space With winter brooding o'er its face? The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z O Jesus, hovering o'er Thy hallow'd head, Within Thy hair's sweet shade it seeks a nest. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Lips must fade and roses wither, All sweet times be o'er,— They only smile, and, murmuring "Thither!" Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z These heavens resemble an inverted cup, Whereto the wise with awe keep gazing up; So stoops the bottle o'er his love, the cup, Feigning to kiss, and gives her blood to sup! The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam 2012-01-08T03:00:15.553Z Trembling I heard of dizzy shrouds, Where up among the raving clouds The sailor-boy must go; Thunder and lightning o'er his head! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z And the black dogs of war were seen to join, Howl o'er the soil, and dispossess the swain: Why must I leave these climes of frost and snow?— The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z He shipwreck undergoes twice o'er Who perishes in sight of shore, And less by ocean is o'ercome Than by that hopeless glimpse of home. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Now every day thy love I meet, As o'er the earth it wanders wide, With weary step and bleeding feet, Still knocking at the heart of pride And offering grace, though still denied. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z What sweet or bitter, when the cup runs o'er? The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam 2012-01-08T03:00:15.553Z Yea, many a visage wan and pale Will hang at midnight o'er my tale, And weep that it is true. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Then the Monk's proud flag descended, And her cannon ceased to roar; By her crew no more defended, She confessed the contest o'er. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Nights snowy-white, chaste couch to these suns be, Which virgin Thetis spreads o'er lucent sea; All-holy flowers, lilies inviolate, Roses with innocent blush upon them wait. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Put golden padlocks on Truth's lips, be callous as ye will, From soul to soul o'er all the world, leaps one electric thrill. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Full many a hill and vale I journeyed o'er; Yea, journeyed through the world's wide quarters four, But never heard of pilgrim who returned; When once they go, they go to come no more. The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam 2012-01-08T03:00:15.553Z But gently now the small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z The tempest o'er—his terrors also fled, Once more upon the deck he shews his head, At once grown brave, he tells the people too, He did for them, whatever man could do. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z O might I fire the angel-bands with joy, Thy seeking steps o'er anxious plains employ! The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Thou swear'st to free me, if I will unfold What kind of doom it is whose omen flits Across thy heart, as o'er a troop of doves The fearful shadow of the kite. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Trump of glad jubilee, Echo o'er land and sea, Freedom for all! The Freedmen's Book 2012-01-05T03:00:39.763Z For lo! an Angel shape descends, As soft and silent as moonlight, And o'er the dreamer bends. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Captain Rogers strove to rally But they from their quarters fled, While the roaring Hyder Ali Covered o'er his decks with dead. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Yet foaming with dire rage he does not stand, Nor with hot hoof go thundering o'er the land. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z And if to smile on them I dare, For that my heart with love runs o'er, They say: "What is she laughing for?" Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z You may imagine the feelings with which these people, just emerging into freedom, shouted 'Send the glad tidings o'er the sea! The Freedmen's Book 2012-01-05T03:00:39.763Z A gentle kiss breathes o'er his cheek, A kiss of murmuring sighs, It wanders o'er his brow, and falls Like light upon his eyes. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z The joys of wine are all you boast, These for a moment damp thy pain; The gleam is o'er, the charm is lost— And darkness clouds the soul again. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Nay rather, if Thine eyes can give it room, Let Death's soft shadow gently o'er them come. The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Or in low murmurs they began, Rising and rising momently, As o'er a harp �olian A fitful breeze, until they ran Up to a sudden ecstasy. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z As that dark brow to his upturned, The tender heart within him yearned; And, fondly stooping o'er her face, He kissed her for her injured race. The Freedmen's Book 2012-01-05T03:00:39.763Z They see From the shore a smile of amity That gently draws them on, Such a smile as o'er all Nature glows At a summer evening's fragrant close, When the winds and rain are gone. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Ye nymphs, that haunt his grottoes low, Where sea green trees on coral grow, No tumults make Lest he should wake, And thus the passing shade betray The sails that o'er his waters stray. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Where could such grateful languor o'er Him creep, Or what more soothing murmur lull to sleep? The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume II (of 2) 2012-01-14T03:00:20.483Z Slowly there grew a tender awe, Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard, As if in him who read they felt and saw Some presence of the bard. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Whose wide dominion reach'd o'er half the globe; Whose eagle flew o'er Ganges to the East, And in the West far to the British isles. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z White as the spring's unmelted snow, That lives though winter storms be o'er, A cot beneath the mountain's brow Smiles through its shading sycamore. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z At last he came, with foot so lame, Where learned men talk heathen Greek, And Hebrew lore is gabbled o'er, To please the Muses,—twice a week. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z She o'er the work appointed a treasurer of her own. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped, To gleam o'er unknown lands and seas; Another heart that beat for freedom stopped,— What mournful words are these! Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z No more of Britain and her kings renown'd, Edward's and Henry's thunderbolts of war; Her chiefs victorious o'er the Gallic foe; Illustrious senators, immortal bards, And wise philosophers, of these no more. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Unwilling sighs their manly bosoms swell, And o'er their eyes they draw the sun-burnt hand, To hide the tears that grace their cheeks so well. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Cursed be the ship that e'er sets sail Hence, freighted for your odious shore; May tempests o'er her strength prevail, Destruction round her roar! The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z You might see the warriors careering o'er the ground, Now hither and now thither, with fire-sparkling hoof. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Speak out! and, lo! a hush of deepest wonder Shall sink o'er all this many-voic�d scene, As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder Shatters the blueness of a sky serene. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds Stalk o'er the grassy hill or level mead, Or at some winding river slake their thirst. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Oft as, in accents mild, we strangers spoke To these sweet maidens, an unconscious smile Like sudden sunshine o'er their faces broke, And with it struggling blushes mix'd the while. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z How shall I dare the rage of France and Spain, And lost dominion o'er the waves regain? The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z X "Give o'er will I never," the queen replied again; "Shall I renounce the service of all the knightly train That hold of him, our vassal, and are our vassals too?" The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, Purple-blue with the distance and vast; Like a cloud o'er the lowlands thou lowerest, That hangs poised on a lull in the blast, To its fall leaning awful. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Fame o'er the mighty pile expands her wings, Remote from princes, bishops, lords, and kings, Those fancied gods, who, famed through every shore, Mankind have fashioned, and like fools, adore. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z And well, I ween, she play'd the mother's part; For as she bended o'er the infant fair, A mystic joy seem'd stirring at her heart, A yearning fondness, and a silent prayer. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z When sultry suns around us glare, Your poet, still, with fondest care, To cast a shade, some folds will spread Of his coarse topsails o'er your head. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Lovingly he kiss'd her, that faithful wife and true; Then took his leave, and parted;—in a moment all was o'er— Living, alas poor lady! she saw him never more. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Though Fame be slow, yet Death is swift, And, o'er the spirit's eyes, Life after life doth change and shift With larger destinies: As on we drift, some wider rift Shows us serener skies. Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole 2012-01-09T03:00:25.087Z Stranger, who'er thou art, who this shall read, Say does thy nightly fancy rove like mine; Transport thee o'er wide lands and wider seas Now underneath the pole and now the burning line? The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z From your bower-porch the skiff behold That to this Eden bore Your almost hopeless souls:—how bold It seems to lie, all danger o'er, A speck amid the fluid gold That burns along the shore! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z O! may you live to hail that glorious day When Britain homeward shall pursue her way— That race subdued, who filled the world with slain And rode tyrannic o'er the subject main!— The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z Long bounds, like two wild panthers, o'er the grass they took, But seen was noble Siegfried before them at the brook. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Grim Death And Time are grudging of Life's little span: Wan Time speeds swiftly o'er the waving corn, Death grins from yonder cynical old thorn. A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker 2012-01-03T03:00:13.067Z Here yet shall heaven the joys of peace bestow, While through our soil the streams of plenty flow, And o'er the main we spread the trading sail, Wafting the produce of the rural vale. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z She stoopeth now into the vale, Now, as more freshly blows the gale, She mounts in triumph o'er the watery hills. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z When travelling o'er that lonely wave To me your feverish hand you gave, And sighing, bade me tell you, true, What lands again would rise to view! The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z III He bade his followers darkling down lay him at the door, That she might surely find him, as she stepp'd the threshold o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z The sun now glances o'er the Park, If tears are on my cheek, they glitter; I think I've kissed your rhymes, for—hark! A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker 2012-01-03T03:00:13.067Z To this rough Bermudian shore Ocean I was hurried o'er, Ne'er to see my country more! The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z "Our Saviour!"—What angelic grace Stole with dim smiles o'er Mary's face, While through the solitude profound With love and awe she breath'd that holy sound! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z When round the barque the billowy wave And howling winds, tempestuous, rave, By caution ruled, the helm shall guide Safely, that Argo o'er the tide. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z He found her in the vesture that every day she wore; Her dames stood by in raiment all work'd and broider'd o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z I miss the simple days of yore, When two long braids of hair you wore, And chat botté was wondered o'er, In corner cosy. A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker 2012-01-03T03:00:13.067Z "The misty night sits heavy on the sea, Yon lagging sail drags slowly o'er the main, Night and its kindred glooms are nought to me." The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Her eye, even now bedimm'd with anguish, shines With brightening glory, and a holy sense In her husht soul of heavenly providence, Breathes o'er her bending frame a loftier grace. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Sweet murmuring stream! how blest art thou To kiss the bank where she resides, Where Nature decks the beechen bough That trembles o'er your shallow tides. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume II (of III) 2012-01-10T03:00:15.980Z XX Soon was o'er the tourney; the knights together sped, Each friendly greeting other; then Gotelind forth was led, Her duty to Queen Kriemhild in humble guise to pay. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z How they sweep o'er tombs and towers In voluptuous crimson showers And untrammelled tides of gold! The Melody of Earth An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets 2011-12-31T03:00:17.930Z And o'er the features of the mind Renew those colours, that must fade, When vernal suns forbear to roll, And endless winter chills the soul. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z How sweet the music o'er the waves is borne, In celebration of this glorious morn! The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z "O make us a supper, dear mother, And make it of curds an' green whey; And make us a bed o' green rushes, And cover it o'er wi' green hay." English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV 2011-12-28T03:00:36.217Z The men of the good margrave all fair attendance paid, Till the Huns to meet them came riding o'er the green. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Your yellow heads are cut away, It seems your reign is o'er. The Melody of Earth An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets 2011-12-31T03:00:17.930Z Perhaps some miser, doom'd to discontent, Here counted o'er the heaps acquired with pain; He to the dust—his gold, on traffick sent, Shall ne'er disgrace these mouldering walls again. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Scarcely distinguish'd from the rocky steep, High o'er thy roof in forms fantastic piled. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear, Ye're flower out o'er them a'. English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV 2011-12-28T03:00:36.217Z XI With men at arms twelve hundred advanc'd they o'er the lea. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Thy darks subdue All light that treads thee down a space, Exulting o'er thy deeps. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z So sits in tears on wide Campania's plain Rome, once the mistress of a world enslaved; That triumph'd o'er the land, subdued the main, And Time himself, in her wild transports, braved. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Thou dost seem to be Some wandering spirit of the sea, That dearly loves the gleam of sails, And o'er them breathes propitious gales. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z "It's for to wed your second son I am a maid o'er mean; I'll rather stay at home," she says,55 "And die for Hazelgreen." English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV 2011-12-28T03:00:36.217Z Many a knight of Etzel's, ere yet my day be o'er, By this good hand shall perish; that, 'faith, would please me more. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z There came a lapse between the showers; The clouds grew rich with sunset gleams; Then o'er the sky a rainbow sprang— A bridge unto the Land of Dreams. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z Guard me, ye heavens, shield this defenceless head, While travelling o'er these sanguine plains of dead; Nor only me, may heaven defend us all From the harsh rigour of King George's ball. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z While, hark! like one who God adores, Such words she o'er her lover pours, As give herself relief. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z The hills were high on ilka side,5 An' the bought i' the lirk o' the hill, And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang, Out o'er the head o' yon hill. English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV 2011-12-28T03:00:36.217Z L With sinewy might the boatman row'd o'er to yonder strand, But not the man he heard of sprung to the boat from land. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z The twilight reigns above the fallen noon Within an ancient land, whose after-time Lies like a shadow o'er its ruined prime. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z A Nineveh where Oronoque descends With waves discolour'd from the Andes high, Winding himself around a hundred isles Where golden buildings glitter o'er his tide. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z To cheer the house of virtuous poverty, With gleams of light more beautiful than oft Play o'er the splendours of the palace wall. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z The first line o' the letter he read,25 He was baith glad and fain; But or he read the letter o'er, He was baith pale and wan. English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV 2011-12-28T03:00:36.217Z Then, looking o'er his shoulder, King Gunther's liegeman eyed The crowd to find a comrade, whom in a trice he spied. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z From the gyres of change goes ever afar Our flaming chant o'er the deep unknown, The song of the death of planet and star. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z We too to the last drop our blood will drain, And not till then shall hated slavery reign, When every effort, every hope is o'er, And lost Columbia swells our breasts no more. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Lucid as air around thy head it lies Bathing thy sable locks in pearly light, While, all around, the water lilies strive To shower their blossoms o'er the virgin queen. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Straight o'er the guilty wretch the Fury shakes The sounding whip, and brandishes her snakes, And the pale sinner, with her sisters, takes. The Two Tests: The Supernatural Claims of Christianity Tried by Two of its Own Rules 2011-12-24T03:08:06.143Z This plan of ours, my comrades, we must straight give o'er; I see the minstrel standing on guard the hall before. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z From the ordered gyres goes ever afar Our song of flame o'er the void unknown, Where circles nor world, nor comet, nor star, Shall it die ere it reach His throne? The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z Here may he lie, and let no traveller dare The grass green hillock o'er his carcase rear, Or heap up piles of monumental stones, To shield from Phœbus and the stars his bones. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Wildness, subdued by quiet grace, Played o'er the vision's radiant face, Radiant with spirit fit to steer Her flight around the starry sphere, Yet, willing to sink down in rest Upon a guardian mortal breast. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z When James Montgomery says of the seed of knowledge, "broadcast it o'er the land," some may one day ask what "broadcast" means. Knowledge is Power: A View of the Productive Forces of Modern Society and the Results of Labor, Capital and Skill. 2011-12-24T03:08:00.833Z Against the bold Burgundians they knightly bore them all; High flew the whizzing splinters o'er the king's mighty hall. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Like some descended star she hovered o'er, But as I gazed, in doubt and wonderment, Mine eyes were dazzled, and I saw no more. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z In place of them the Gazette has the lines: "Spoil'd of their shrouds and o'er Canadia's plains Be hung aloft to terrify in chains." The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z While ever, as, with sportive air, She lightly waved her clustering hair, A thousand gleams the motion made, Danced o'er the auburn's darker shade. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z May many happy birthdays Roll o'er thy peaceful head, In good old age may you lay down Your life among the dead. Memoirs of Mrs. Rebecca Steward 2011-12-24T03:07:54.433Z There wept th' assembled warriors in anguish o'er the slain. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z From the ordered gyres goes ever afar Our song of flame o'er the void unknown, Where circles nor world, nor comet, nor star. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z Must conscience rack my bosom o'er the deep? The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Well does the lamb her infant guardian know: Joy brightening dances o'er her breast of snow, And light as flying leaf, with sudden glide, Fondly she presses to the maiden's side. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z I love to own, Lord Jesus, Thy claims o'er me and mine, Bought with thy blood most precious, Whose can I be but thine! Elsie's Widowhood A Sequel to Elsie's Children 2011-12-22T03:00:21.710Z Bitter tears forth gushing beard and chin ran o'er; Such deep remorse for Rudeger in their inmost hearts they bore. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Small solace did they take From that frore radiance glistering on the dull Black desert gripped in iron silences, Like a false triumph o'er contestless fates, Or a mirage of life in wastes of Death. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z If Neptune's self, who ruled the main, Kept sea-nymphs there to ease his pain; Yourself, who skim that empire o'er, Might surely keep one nymph on shore. The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z Fix'd are his eyes in one continued gaze, Nor seem to feel the sun's meridian blaze; Yet are the orbs with youth-like colours bright, As o'er the Iris falls the trembling light. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z Our Father, through each coming day Watch o'er our every step, we pray; And may thy Spirit hide the word Deep in our willing hearts, O Lord. Sunday-School Success A Book of Practical Methods for Sunday-School Teachers and Officers 2011-12-21T03:00:45.660Z I'm now a lonely wanderer; my sorrow whelms me o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Hurling like slanted rain, the lurid levin Fell o'er that flight of Titans, and behind, In striding menace, all-victorious Jove Loomed like some craggy cloud with thunders crowned And footed with the winds. The Star-Treader and other poems 2011-12-27T03:00:09.977Z Swift, she stretches o'er the seas To the far off Hebrides, Canvas on the lofty mast Could not travel half so fast— Swifter than the eagle's flight Or instantaneous rays of light! The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III) 2012-01-04T03:00:43.800Z A bright'ning verdure runs o'er every field, As if by potent necromancer shed, And a dark wood is suddenly reveal'd, A glory resting on its ancient head. The Isle of Palms and Other Poems 2012-02-04T03:00:15.103Z I'm o'er glad now I made up my mind to join the troop. Boy Scouts: Tenderfoot Squad or, Camping at Raccoon Lodge 2011-12-15T03:00:17.777Z Beneath his arm, submission the brother kings have learn'd; Proud Dane and haughty Saxon alike defeat have earn'd; Dead lie their loving vassals wide o'er the bloody green. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Some devil must have daubed her o'er with gold. The Memoirs of Count Carlo Gozzi; Volume the First 2011-12-12T03:00:27.507Z The pious duty of sweeping up all that was mortal of these unfortunates sometimes becomes really distressing, and one feels like a modern Tobit, keeping watch o'er man's mortality. Atlantic Classics, Second Series 2011-12-09T03:00:20.203Z Where her tresses' curly flow Darkles o'er the brow of snow, Let her forehead beam to light, Burnish'd as the ivory bright. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z Shall I gi'e the gillie a rap o'er the head wi' me stick; or beat a retreat like a wise general? Boy Scouts: Tenderfoot Squad or, Camping at Raccoon Lodge 2011-12-15T03:00:17.777Z LXV Her sleeve back turn'd the maiden, and bar'd her arm of snow, Her heavy shield she handled, and brandished to and fro High o'er her head the jav'lin; thus began the strife. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Just such an extended branch as a shrike or a kingbird would use as a lookout while searching the landscape o'er for something to eat, the little sparrow hawk chooses for the same purpose. Birds Every Child Should Know 2011-12-08T03:00:24.887Z Th' cows go grazin' o'er th' lea— Pore Whiskey Bill, pore Whiskey Bill; An' aching thoughts pour in on me Of Whiskey Bill. Hopalong Cassidy 2011-12-08T03:00:21.663Z Let her eyebrows sweetly rise In jetty arches o'er her eyes, Gently in her crescent gliding, Just commingling, just dividing. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z With bated breath they wonder what strange feeling steals o'er them, for pity is a new sensation: "The cheeks of the Furies were wet with tears; all Hades held its breath." Stars of the Opera 2011-11-29T03:00:15.563Z He said, "You hence must instant far o'er the wave with me." The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z With cautious eye the steady helm he guides, And o'er the sea of state triumphant rides. Two Burlesques of Lord Chesterfield's Letters. The Graces (1774), The Fine Gentleman's Etiquette (1776) 2011-11-29T03:00:14.883Z Byron has put this into deathless verse: "Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life." Human, All Too Human A Book for Free Spirits 2011-11-28T03:00:26.030Z When I drink my sorrow's o'er; I think of doubts and fears no more; But scatter to the railing wind Each gloomy phantom of the mind! The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z O'er and o'er She turned her thought, till softly on her ear There broke a song a bard was chanting near. Etain the Beloved and Other Poems 2011-11-27T03:00:13.943Z Then consecrated were they, and, soon as that was o'er, With jewel'd crowns conspicuous stood all the goodly four. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z "Great Mountain, who once to a pagan race meant God, Make us to realize our shame, That, failing to sing praises to thy wondrous form, We stoop to quarrel o'er a name." A Hundred and Sixty Books by Washington Authors Some Other Writers Who are Contributors to Periodical Literature, Lines Worth Knowing by Heart 2011-11-27T03:00:12.497Z "Dearest love, and lady kind, Treasure I may never find, God hath never made that strand Far o'er sea or long by land, Where I would not seek such prize And merchandize." Aucassin & Nicolette And Other Mediaeval Romances and Legends 2011-11-24T03:00:40.487Z Can we discern, with all our lore, The path we're yet to journey o'er? The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z Will sing the simple passage o'er and o'er, British Birds in their Haunts 2011-11-23T03:00:23.677Z Then thus began fair Kriemhild, "My husband's of such might, That surely o'er these kingdoms he ought to rule by right." The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Deep in the gloom of a fireless cave When the night fell o'er the plain And the moon hung red o'er the river bed, He mumbled the bones of the slain. The Adventures of a Grain of Dust 2011-11-22T03:00:12.257Z From their refuge in the keep Paynims bore them o'er the deep. Aucassin & Nicolette And Other Mediaeval Romances and Legends 2011-11-24T03:00:40.487Z Beneath their queen's inspiring glance, The dolphins o'er the green sea dance, Bearing in triumph young Desire, And baby Love with smiles of fire! The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z With two small oars they work and strain, A long mile from the nearer shore They cease—their efforts are in vain; She's sinking fast, and all is o'er. The Guards Came Through and Other Poems 2011-11-22T03:00:11.683Z With her fine snowy fingers she rais'd his stately head, And kiss'd him lifeless lying; long bending there she stood; Her fair eyes for anguish wept o'er him tears of blood. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Of all great cries e'er raised o'er little wool, Of all big bubbles by fools' breath filled full, Sure here's the greatest yet, and emptiest, for John Bull! Abraham Lincoln and the London Punch Cartoons, Comments and Poems, Published in the London Charivari, During the American Civil War (1861-1865) 2011-11-21T03:00:13.443Z But, oh! the flood runs stronger Than e'er it ran before; The saddle horse is failing, And only half-way o'er! The Coo-ee Reciter 2011-11-20T03:00:16.890Z Then, then, in strange eventful hour, The earth produced an infant flower, Which sprung, with blushing tinctures drest, And wanton'd o'er its parent breast. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z I made a piece of poetry about winter:– The stormy winter's come at last, With snow and rain and bitter blast; Ponds and brooks are frozen o'er, We cannot sail there any more. Louisa May Alcott : Her Life, Letters, and Journals 2011-11-20T03:00:14.840Z To love my noble master should you consenting deign, You o'er twelve mighty kingdoms a crown�d queen shall reign. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z Well have we speeded, and o'er Hill and Dale Forest and Field and Flood ... Reynard the Fox 2011-11-20T03:00:13.153Z The thunder from above him Goes rolling o'er the plain; And down on thirsty pastures In torrents fall the rain. The Coo-ee Reciter 2011-11-20T03:00:16.890Z I said, Sighing for the illusions fled, 'Sleep! again my joys restore, Oh! let me dream them o'er and o'er!' The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z With patience wait till winter is o'er, And all lovely things return; Of every season try the more Some knowledge or virtue to learn. Louisa May Alcott : Her Life, Letters, and Journals 2011-11-20T03:00:14.840Z The Huns their high adventure perforce through fear gave o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z But the judges were intimidated by the awful pother o'er their heads and were glad of an excuse to drop McCardle. The Life of Lyman Trumbull 2011-11-20T03:00:11.243Z Aloft, high towering o'er the ocean's foam, The spacious mansion rears its glittering dome. Old Celtic Romances 2011-11-19T03:00:26.863Z Give me all those humid flowers, Drop them o'er my brow in showers. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z Forgiven for the lack of faith That made all dark to thee, Let conscience o'er thy wayward soul Have fullest mastery: Hope on, fight on, and thou shalt win A noble victory. Louisa May Alcott : Her Life, Letters, and Journals 2011-11-20T03:00:14.840Z Brother Dankwart, keep guard upon the door; Let not one Hungarian step the threshold o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z "O hear ye now, dear lady mine,145 The truth I tell to thee; It is but a bonny niece of mine, That is come o'er the sea." English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) 2011-11-18T03:00:30.847Z The aged bird, with plumes decayed and thin, Paused on the brink awhile, then, plunging in, He bath'd and smooth'd his feathers o'er and o'er, Shook his great wings and rested on the shore. Old Celtic Romances 2011-11-19T03:00:26.863Z I am then Richest, happiest, first of men; Careless, o'er my cup I sing, Fancy makes me more than king; Gives me wealthy Crœsus' store, Can I, can I wish for more? The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z Amid the busy throngs Of cities reign I, and o'er lonely plains, Beyond the ice-fields of the frozen North, And the warm waves of undiscovered seas. The Epic of Hades In Three Books 2011-11-16T03:00:28.060Z Fairest sister mine, I little ween'd thy summons call'd me o'er the Rhine, In this net of treason and mortal strait to lie. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z It's narrow, narrow, make your bed, And learn to lie your lane; For I'm gaun o'er the sea, Fair Annie, A braw bride to bring hame. English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) 2011-11-18T03:00:30.847Z Of sagas old and Norseman bands That sailed o'er northern seas; Enchanting tales of fairy lands And strange philosophies. Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z SEE the young, the rosy Spring, Gives to the breeze her spangled wing; While virgin Graces, warm with May, Fling roses o'er her dewy way! The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z She seemed a Queen Who ruled o'er gods and men; the majesty Of perfect womanhood. The Epic of Hades In Three Books 2011-11-16T03:00:28.060Z LV What can I tell you further? twelve hundred men or more To force the fatal entrance attempted o'er and o'er. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z "It's I will bake your bridal bread, And brew your bridal ale; And I will welcome your brisk bride, That you bring o'er the dale." English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) 2011-11-18T03:00:30.847Z Alas! the sullen morning broke, And came the tempest's roar: 'Mid discord trembling I awoke, And lo! my dream was o'er! Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z I hate, with all my soul, Discordant clamours o'er the bowl, Where every cordial heart should be Attuned to peace and harmony. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z Down the gleaming pinnacles And difficult crags they floated, and the arch, Drawn with its thousand rays against the sun, Hung like a glory o'er them. The Epic of Hades In Three Books 2011-11-16T03:00:28.060Z Old Hildebrand thence hasted, with blood all dabbled o'er, And to the noble Dietrich his sorry tidings bore. The Nibelungenlied Revised Edition 2012-01-04T03:00:37.750Z She met Lord Thomas and his bride,45 As they came o'er the dale. English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) 2011-11-18T03:00:30.847Z But dreaming o'er the words, ere long Comes vague remembering, And fades away the sweetest song That man can ever sing! Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z When morning paints the orient skies, Her fingers burn with roseate dyes; The nymphs display the rose's charms, It mantles o'er their graceful arms; Through Cytherea's form it glows, And mingles with the living snows. The Odes of Anacreon 2011-12-08T03:00:29.763Z "Men sit like revellers o'er their cups and drink, From the world's hand, the circling wine of death." A Literary History of the Arabs 2011-11-13T03:00:15.660Z A Widow o'er her only Son, Feeling more bitterly alone For friends that press officious round. Stones of the Temple Lessons from the Fabric and Furniture of the Church 2011-11-11T03:00:36.693Z "Come up, come up, my eldest son, And look o'er yon sea-strand, And see your father's new-come bride, Before she come to land." English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) 2011-11-18T03:00:30.847Z And should Belshazzar's spirit hither stray, And linger o'er the lines I write to-day, May he, who wept for Babylonia's fall, Look kindly at this "writing on the wall"! Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z Yea, if the noble crusade I might follow o'er the sea, I evermore should sing, All's well! and nevermore, Ah me! A Tale of the Kloster A Romance of the German Mystics at the Cocalico 2011-11-11T03:00:32.153Z Night o'er them keeps her sable curtain drawn, And merrily they pass from eve to dawn. A Literary History of the Arabs 2011-11-13T03:00:15.660Z I love the Church,—the holy Church, That o'er our life presides; The birth, the bridal, and the grave, And many an hour besides! Stones of the Temple Lessons from the Fabric and Furniture of the Church 2011-11-11T03:00:36.693Z Civilization—arts and letters, commerce and social life, and all that makes life dear to modern men—had burst the narrow limits of the Middle Sea, and first hoisted its flag o'er Cadiz. Southern Spain 2011-11-11T03:00:28.423Z And this will be For you to give again to me; And then, its present errand o'er, I'll give it unto you once more, Ere briefest time elapse, With interest, perhaps. Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z We sat on deck or in the saloon, read, related our experiences, "fought our battles o'er again," and watched the ever-changing ocean. The Beautiful White Devil 2011-11-11T03:00:24.760Z O Time! inconstant, mutable art thou, And o'er the realm of ruin is thy sway. A Literary History of the Arabs 2011-11-13T03:00:15.660Z Darkly o'er the troubled deep, Ruder winds the billows sweep; The lady hath left her lattice bower,— "Why tarries my love till the midnight hour?" The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z “Sail far, sail far, o'er the fabulous main!” Life's Minor Collisions 2011-11-03T02:00:17.547Z WE keep in step as years roll by; You march behind and I before:— The path is new to you; but I Have passed the ground you're walking o'er. Poems 2011-11-14T03:00:17.707Z He was called "The Faithful," when, A boy, he wandered o'er the deserts, by the wild-eyed Arab men. The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 4, November 1, 1851 2011-11-03T02:00:15.113Z And sad "Ecclesiastes, or the Preacher," Has he not stamped the image on my soul, In that last chapter, where the worn-out Teacher Sighs o'er the loosened cord, the broken bowl? Life of Oliver Wendell Holmes 2011-11-01T02:00:25.563Z He thought upon his merchandise and his adventures o'er sea—his treasures and his argosies, committed to the tender mercies of the deep; and he recounted them in brief. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z Oh, those low-breathed tones of sorrow; Would that mortal tongue could borrow Power to sing their sweetness o'er; Here and there a sentence gleaming, Soon my spirit caught the meaning That the mournful numbers bore. The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z In the morning o'er the dew Softly to the field they drew, Where, beside the little pool, Flowers and grass were dewy cool. Studies in Medi?val Life and Literature 2011-10-29T02:00:13.050Z A languor o'er their stately forms May lie, And a sorrow on their wide white brows, King-dwellers of the sky! The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 4, November 1, 1851 2011-11-03T02:00:15.113Z And Passion's burning lip bewails Her Harold's wasted fire, Still lingering o'er the dust that veils The Lord of England's lyre. Life of Oliver Wendell Holmes 2011-11-01T02:00:25.563Z Thy gentle spirit I'll be; The fire is my garment, the flood is my bed, And I paint the first cloud with the sunbeam red That rolls o'er the broad blue sea. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z O'er me hung the weeping willow; Mossy bank was balmy pillow, And in slumber sweet I dreamed: Dreamed of music round me gushing, That as winds o'er harp-strings rushing, E'er like angel's whisper seemed. The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z A linen undergown she wore, And a white ermine mantle, o'er A silken coat; With flowers of May to keep her feet, And round her ankles leggings neat, From lands remote. Studies in Medi?val Life and Literature 2011-10-29T02:00:13.050Z Far, far away, o'er the waters of Leman, Mistily outlined and faint in the distance, Threatening no longer, the dream-haunted mountains Lazily whisper of rest and contentment. The Call of the Mountains and other Poems 2011-10-28T02:00:27.360Z Nor o'er thy far horizon springs One hallowed star of fame. Life of Oliver Wendell Holmes 2011-11-01T02:00:25.563Z Though the clouds of sorrow rise Darkly o'er these troubled skies; Speak the word, "Let there be light!" The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z Leave me not cold and lonely, Thou star of promise o'er my clouded path! The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z How short is man's life compared with the ages That frown from the face of the mystical mountains, Far in the blue o'er the waters of Leman. The Call of the Mountains and other Poems 2011-10-28T02:00:27.360Z Oh! all those happy hours were o'er When, seated by our own fireside, I'd smile to hear the wild winds roar, And turn to clasp my beauteous bride. The Bront? Family, Vol. 2 of 2 with special reference to Patrick Branwell Bront? 2011-10-27T02:00:25.173Z "Lightly o'er the moon-lit sea Bounds my lover's bark to me; The breeze hath woo'd the fluttering sail, Fast flies the prow from the wanton gale." The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z The charm will die o'er valley, wood and hill. The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z From the Irish O woman of the Piercing Wail, Who mournest o'er yon mound of clay With sigh and groan, Would God thou wert among the Gael! A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z And as he sank in deadly sleep, His spirit, like a floating haze, Wavered a moment o'er the snow, A valediction to bestow. The Call of the Mountains and other Poems 2011-10-28T02:00:27.360Z Wide o'er the ethereal walks extends thy sway, And o'er the infernal mansions void of day! Old English Chronicles 2011-10-27T02:00:21.903Z Fare thee well! the dream is o'er; Loved one fare thee well! The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z How had I watch'd the shadow of each feeling, That mov'd thy soul-glance o'er that radiant face, "Taming my wild heart" to that dear revealing, And glorifying in thy genius and thy grace! The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z All praise I say to that blessed youth, Who heard in a dream from Tyrawley's strand That wail, 'Put forth o'er the sea thy hand: In the dark we die: give us hope and Truth!' A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z Let them weep, and let them long, And seek her o'er and o'er! The Danes Sketched by Themselves. Vol. I (of 3) A Series of Popular Stories by the Best Danish Authors 2011-10-25T02:00:28.357Z Herr Sinclair o'er the briny wave His course to Norway bent; 'Midst Guldbrand's rocks he found his grave; There, his last breath was spent. The Danes Sketched by Themselves. Vol. III (of 3) A Series of Popular Stories by the Best Danish Authors 2011-10-25T02:00:26.667Z Though earth be wrapt in doubt and gloom, New splendours dawn o'er daylight's tomb. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z She never can wed another; Till life be o'er, She loves—she will love him yet! The International Monthly, Vol. II, No. I December 1, 1850 2011-10-29T02:00:14.677Z For rock and heather, wave and strand, Wore tints I never saw them wear; The June sunshine was o'er the land, Before, 'twas never half so fair! A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z At length, when consciousness returned, and when his swoon was o'er, He heard a fearful buzzing sound, that frightened him still more. The Danes Sketched by Themselves. Vol. I (of 3) A Series of Popular Stories by the Best Danish Authors 2011-10-25T02:00:28.357Z Hither magnanimous Schuyler came, And stern Steuben from o'er the water; Here Hamilton, of brilliant fame, Once met and courted Schuyler's daughter. Authors and Writers Associated with Morristown With a Chapter on Historic Morristown 2011-10-25T02:00:25.713Z We merrily trip it with twinkling feet, As the leaves rustle o'er us in melody sweet. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z The cattle are lowing to the north and to the south, and the shadows of the clouds are floating o'er the meadows less swiftly. Rambles with John Burroughs 2011-10-22T02:00:31.317Z In his council he mused, with great brows divine, And eyes like the eyes of the musing kine, Upholding a sceptre o'er which men said, Seven spirits of wisdom like fire-tongues played. A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z When summer days are o'er, And the snowfalls come, Rabbits count the hours no more, For the bells are dumb. Child Verse Poems Grave & Gay 2011-10-22T02:00:29.267Z Disease and famine brooding o'er, His country's foe e'en at his door; But ever saw him noble, brave, Seeking her freedom or his grave. Authors and Writers Associated with Morristown With a Chapter on Historic Morristown 2011-10-25T02:00:25.713Z Clouds come not o'er that night, Stars burn with purer light Than earth affords. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z In Arbutus Days, he uses the following figure to paint a spring day: "Like mother bird upon her nest The day broods o'er the earth." Rambles with John Burroughs 2011-10-22T02:00:31.317Z And the Fianna hear, and the ghosts of her cloudy hovering heroes; And the swan, Fianoula, wails o'er the waters of Inisfail, Chanting her song of destiny, The rune of the weaving Fates. A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z "IS skimming o'er a stagnant pool Your only occupation?" Child Verse Poems Grave & Gay 2011-10-22T02:00:29.267Z The moon shines brightly down, o'er hill and dale As it shone down, One Hundred years ago, On these same scenes. Authors and Writers Associated with Morristown With a Chapter on Historic Morristown 2011-10-25T02:00:25.713Z His conversation then flowed without any restraint, he blended the ideal with the real in a way that showed a spirit gifted "To pierce the mist o'er life's deep meanings spread." The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z Onward she came, and stooping to the floor Set down the cup unspill'd and brimming o'er At Aphrodite's feet, and rose up freed. The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges 2011-10-22T02:00:26.887Z From a Spanish sailor a dagger I bought me; I trailed a rose-tree our grey bawn o'er; The creed and my letters our old bard taught me; My days were sweet by my mother's door. A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z "Where age hath no power o'er the fadeless frame, Where the eye is fire and the heart is flame!" Old Wine and New Occasional Discourses 2011-10-20T02:00:26.230Z And bore its image o'er the deep To soothe a martyr's sadness, And fresco in his troubled sleep His prison walls with gladness. Birds and Man 2011-10-20T02:00:25.513Z Listen, as though there sate The wizard seer thy destiny revealing; Bright hopes, grim horror, o'er thy vision stealing! The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z Joy and surprise make tempest in my mind; When their bright stir is o'er, there will be peace. The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges 2011-10-22T02:00:26.887Z Mine ear it passed In a wind o'er the plains at Athenry. A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z Well, well; right glad am I to see the little beast lying there; and methinks your gentleness hath cast a spell o'er it already, sweetheart, or 'twould not rest so soundly. Judith Shakespeare Her love affairs and other adventures 2011-10-20T02:00:22.743Z All are familiar with such contractions as e'er, ne'er, o'er, e'en, and se'nnight. Notes and Queries, Vol. IV, Number 91, July 26, 1851 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. 2011-10-19T02:00:23.307Z Anon some vagrant breath "Ruffles its surface, and its pure still light "In tremulous pulses heaves;—brighter, perchance, "The feverish glitter, but its rest is o'er!" The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z And when the day of time arrived, when Air Took o'er from her decrepit sire the third 590 Of the Sun's kingdoms, the one-moon�d earth, Straight came she down to her inheritance. The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges 2011-10-22T02:00:26.887Z Look down upon our dreary state, And through the ages that may still Roll sadly on, Watch Thou o'er hapless Erin's fate, And shield at least from darker ill The blood of Conn! A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z Oh, bright were the hopes of the young pioneer, And sweet was the joy that came o'er him. Pioneer Day Exercises 2011-10-19T02:00:21.770Z She holds a hope good fortune reared not up, ill casts not down; Trusting the Power whose hand alike is o'er Red-Cap and Crown. Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 62, January 1, 1872 2011-10-18T02:00:20.750Z Oh! lay me where the willows weep, On some dreary shore; Calm shall be that colder sleep, Life's dark vision o'er. The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character 2011-11-07T02:00:18.317Z Gaily away they go, Highlanders, English, or Irish, 170 Or swart Ghoorkas against the leaden hail, climbing, ascending, Lost in a smoke, scattering, creeping, here there, ever upwards: Till some change cometh o'er confusion. The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges 2011-10-22T02:00:26.887Z We knew he would die: three days were o'er, He died. A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats 2011-10-27T02:00:26.373Z |
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