North Country Poets: Poems and Biographies of Natives Or Residents of Northumberland, Cumberland, Westmoreland, Durham, Lancashire and Yorkshire ... : (modern Section)William Andrews Simpkin, 1889 |
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Aaron Watson ABEL HEYWOOD aw'm aw've beauty birds boatman's call bonnie born brave breast breath bright Castle Castle Howard charms Coneysthorpe dear death dingle-ding Dora Greenwell doth dreams Edwin Waugh fades fair father feel flower friends gentle glorious golden Growing old hand hast hath heard heart heaven heawr Hexham hills Hull Ingleton bells John Joseph Skipsey Keighley Lancashire land lass Lecture at Leeds Leeds life's light literary living Lord Lord Houghton love's Manchester Morpeth Town mother native ne'er North Country Poets numbers o'er poems poetical poetry prose published Robert Spence Watson Samuel Waddington School shine shore sing sketches sleep smile song soul spirit spring stream sweet thee There's thine things thou art thought thy loving eyes turn aside thy Tyne vale verse voice volume West Yorkshire wild wind winter's comin Yore Yorkshire
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Página 7 - But its garment of brightness illumed its dark path. In the hues of its grandeur, sublimely it stood, O'er the river, the village, the field, and the wood ; And river, field, village, and woodlands grew bright, As conscious they gave and afforded delight.
Página 25 - For if, beyond the shadow and the sleep, A place there be for souls without a stain, Where peace is perfect, and delight more deep Than seas or skies that change and shine again, There none of all unsullied souls that live May hold a surer station : none may lend More light to hope's or memory's lamp, nor give More joy than thine to those that called thee friend.
Página 115 - Yea! ye are precious then, but most to me Ere lamplight dawneth, when low croons the fire To whispering twilight in my little room, And eyes read not, but sitting silently I feel your great hearts throbbing deep in quire, And hear you breathing round me in the gloom.
Página 8 - To all who beheld it these verses belong; Its presence to all was the path of the Lord! Each full heart expanded, grew warm and adored. Like a visit — the converse of friends — or a day, That bow from my sight...
Página 49 - ... the soul of each, A mightier soul, which yet to each belongs : There is a sound made of all human speech, And numerous as the concourse of all songs : And in that soul lives each, in each that soul, Though all the ages are its lifetime vast ; Each soul that dies, in its most sacred whole Receiveth life that shall for ever last. And thus for ever with a wider span Humanity o'erarches time and death ; Man can elect the universal man, And live in life that ends not with his breath, And gather glory...
Página 7 - The evening was glorious, and light, through the trees, Played the sunshine, the raindrops, the birds, and the breeze ; The landscape outstretching in loveliness lay On the lap of the year, in the beauty of May.
Página 161 - O'er the dun heights of Waterloo : But other lyres shall greet the brave ; Sing now, that we have freed the slave ! " The ocean plain, where Nelson bled, Fair Commerce plies with peaceful oar ; Duteous o'er Britain's clime to shed The gather'd spoil of every shore ; To-day, across th...
Página 163 - The brow of beauty and the form of grace, The passion and the prowess of our race : The song of Homer in its loftiest hour, The...
Página 7 - Spring, as she pass'd down the vale, Left her robe on the trees, and her breath on the gale; And the smile of her promise gave joy to the hours, And flush in her footsteps sprang herbage and flowers.
Página 49 - There is a soul above the soul of each, A mightier soul, which yet to each belongs : There is a sound made of all human speech, And numerous as the concourse of all songs : And in that soul lives each, in each that soul, Tho...