The Traveler's Book of VerseFrederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington H. Holt, 1928 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... rising , nor sky clouding , Whither away fair rover , and what thy quest ? Ah ! soon , when Winter has all our vales op- pressed , When skies are cold and misty , and hail is hurling , Wilt thou glide on the blue Pacific , or rest In a ...
... rising , nor sky clouding , Whither away fair rover , and what thy quest ? Ah ! soon , when Winter has all our vales op- pressed , When skies are cold and misty , and hail is hurling , Wilt thou glide on the blue Pacific , or rest In a ...
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... rise , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy . The stings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That mocks the tear it forced to flow ; And keen Remorse with blood ...
... rise , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy . The stings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That mocks the tear it forced to flow ; And keen Remorse with blood ...
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... rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies , Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame ...
... rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies , Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame ...
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... rising in their midst above their homes , offered testimony to the unity and inspiration of their lives . " It stood for that strength which is embodied law and obedience ; it illus- trated the only lasting beauty - that of structure ...
... rising in their midst above their homes , offered testimony to the unity and inspiration of their lives . " It stood for that strength which is embodied law and obedience ; it illus- trated the only lasting beauty - that of structure ...
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... verse spontaneous came . Song ( continued ) ' Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , While our slumbrous spells assail ye , Dream not , with the rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveille . The Trossachs Sleep ! the deer is in his den.
... verse spontaneous came . Song ( continued ) ' Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , While our slumbrous spells assail ye , Dream not , with the rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveille . The Trossachs Sleep ! the deer is in his den.
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amid Andrea del Sarto Apennine Arno Arqua Avon beauty bells beneath bird blue breast breath bright Burns castle Childe Harold's Pilgrimage church cloud cold dark death deep distant dream dust earth Eton College eyes fair famous Flanders fields Florence flowers gaze glory gold gondola gray hath heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hills Italy King Lake land light lived lonely look LORD BYRON marble memory mighty morn mountains night o'er once painted palaces pale Petrarch poem poet Prisoner of Chillon Rhine river rock Roman Rome ruin shadow Shelley shine shore silent sing Sirmio sleep smile song soul Spain spires spirit stands stars stone street sweet thee thine thou throne tomb tower town traveler trees Trossachs twas Venice voice walls WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wandering waters waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Стр. 359 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Стр. 27 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Стр. 359 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Стр. 66 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 73 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Стр. 36 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Стр. 41 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 143 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Стр. 147 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away, Till I have done with this new day...
Стр. 25 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.