A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - Всего страниц: 334 |
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... And turn the church's massy key ; Then , as through the painted glass The moon's pale beams obscurely pass , And darkly on the trophied wall Her faint ambiguous shadows fall , 25 26 ODE TO CONTEMPLATION . Let us , while the.
... And turn the church's massy key ; Then , as through the painted glass The moon's pale beams obscurely pass , And darkly on the trophied wall Her faint ambiguous shadows fall , 25 26 ODE TO CONTEMPLATION . Let us , while the.
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... shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of rare device , A sunny pleasure - dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In ...
... shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of rare device , A sunny pleasure - dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In ...
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... what device ? Such are Thoughts . A wind - swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea- Such is Life ; and Death , a shadow From the rock , Eternity . W. Wordsworth . LIFE AND FAME . 37 LIFE AND FAME . THE Thought, Life, and Death.
... what device ? Such are Thoughts . A wind - swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea- Such is Life ; and Death , a shadow From the rock , Eternity . W. Wordsworth . LIFE AND FAME . 37 LIFE AND FAME . THE Thought, Life, and Death.
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... shadow of the elm to rest- Thou art where foe meets foe , and trumpets rend The skies , and swords beat down the princely crest . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set ...
... shadow of the elm to rest- Thou art where foe meets foe , and trumpets rend The skies , and swords beat down the princely crest . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set ...
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... shadows of the plain . Alone , alone , Upon a mossy stone , She sits and reckons up the dead and gone , With the last leaves for a love - rosary ; Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily , Like a dim picture of the drowned past In ...
... shadows of the plain . Alone , alone , Upon a mossy stone , She sits and reckons up the dead and gone , With the last leaves for a love - rosary ; Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily , Like a dim picture of the drowned past In ...
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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.