A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - Всего страниц: 334 |
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... living authors must have largely added to the difficulty of the task . Herein , however , the Editor has endeavoured to be as little as possible biassed by merely personal taste , and as far as possible guided by contemporary and ...
... living authors must have largely added to the difficulty of the task . Herein , however , the Editor has endeavoured to be as little as possible biassed by merely personal taste , and as far as possible guided by contemporary and ...
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... living rock , and near a brook Hurled down a mountain cove from stage to stage , Yet tempering , for my sight , its bustling rage In the soft heaven of a translucent pool ; Thence creeping under sylvan arches cool , Fit haunt of shapes ...
... living rock , and near a brook Hurled down a mountain cove from stage to stage , Yet tempering , for my sight , its bustling rage In the soft heaven of a translucent pool ; Thence creeping under sylvan arches cool , Fit haunt of shapes ...
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... living head , But one arise , —we come , we come ! ” ' Tis but the living who are dumb . In vain - in vain ; strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the blood of Scio's ...
... living head , But one arise , —we come , we come ! ” ' Tis but the living who are dumb . In vain - in vain ; strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the blood of Scio's ...
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... the bright - red wine Flow'd to their names who taught the world to die , And made the land's green turf a living shrine , Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty . 36 THOUGHT , LIFE , AND DEATH . So the 3 * The Bowl of Liberty.
... the bright - red wine Flow'd to their names who taught the world to die , And made the land's green turf a living shrine , Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty . 36 THOUGHT , LIFE , AND DEATH . So the 3 * The Bowl of Liberty.
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... good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . 60 THE BATTLE OF IVRY . The King is come The Battle of Ivry.
... good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for his own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . 60 THE BATTLE OF IVRY . The King is come The Battle of Ivry.
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A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF IVRY BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird blow boys come home breast breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright CLEON clouds cold Cusha D. G. Rossetti daffodil dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes fair feet flowers glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven ITYLUS kisses leaves light LINCOLNSHIRE lips living Lochinvar look Lord loud Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon morn never night o'er OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone rain river rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars stream summer swallow sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe voice warm waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
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Стр. 139 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 78 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Стр. 231 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 124 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Стр. 145 - TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 142 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
Стр. 222 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 142 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Стр. 124 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Стр. 64 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.