Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - Всего страниц: 383 |
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... o'er the face of the waters may glow , A simple child , .. Bennett , Leigh Hunt , Campbell , Wilson , Shakspeare , 309 179 164 .. 347 28 Elliott , 349 T. Warton , .. 34I .. 142 234 80 Coleridge , .. Landon , Dryden , Dekker , .. .. 42 ...
... o'er the face of the waters may glow , A simple child , .. Bennett , Leigh Hunt , Campbell , Wilson , Shakspeare , 309 179 164 .. 347 28 Elliott , 349 T. Warton , .. 34I .. 142 234 80 Coleridge , .. Landon , Dryden , Dekker , .. .. 42 ...
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... o'er the boundless waste , In the hollow tree , in the gray old tower , In the sweet shire of Cardigan , .. In vain to me the smiling mornings shine , Into the sunshine , .. It is a beauteous evening , calm and free , It is a glorious ...
... o'er the boundless waste , In the hollow tree , in the gray old tower , In the sweet shire of Cardigan , .. In vain to me the smiling mornings shine , Into the sunshine , .. It is a beauteous evening , calm and free , It is a glorious ...
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... O'er the silver mountains Where spring the nectar fountains . There will I kiss the bowl of bliss , And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill . My soul will be a - dry before ; But after , it will thirst no more . Then , by ...
... O'er the silver mountains Where spring the nectar fountains . There will I kiss the bowl of bliss , And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill . My soul will be a - dry before ; But after , it will thirst no more . Then , by ...
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... O'ER HER PEARLS . " - BAILEY . A FOOL IN THE FOREST . Who doth the world so gloriously behold , The cedar - tops and hills seem burnished gold . [ WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . From the poem of " Venus and Adonis . " ] A FOOL IN THE FOREST ...
... O'ER HER PEARLS . " - BAILEY . A FOOL IN THE FOREST . Who doth the world so gloriously behold , The cedar - tops and hills seem burnished gold . [ WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . From the poem of " Venus and Adonis . " ] A FOOL IN THE FOREST ...
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... O'er courtiers ' knees , that dream on courtsies straight ; O'er lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees ; O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths ...
... O'er courtiers ' knees , that dream on courtsies straight ; O'er lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees ; O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER SELKIRK BATTLE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT BATTLE OF IVRY BEAUTY beneath bird Bishop Bruno blessed blest born brave breast breath bright Britannia CAMPBELL cloud COWPER dark death deep delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS Henry Honour HOPE hour JOHN MILTON King land light live look Lord maid MELROSE ABBEY MICHAEL DRAYTON MILTON MIND moon morning mountain MUSIC NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never night numbers o'er poem poet praise pride Queen Mab ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin round Rule Britannia shade SHELLEY shining shore sing sleep smile song SOUL sound SOUTHEY spirit spring stars storm sweet Tell thee thine THINGS THOMAS CAMPBELL thought trees voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WORDSWORTH youth
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Стр. 197 - 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. 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Стр. 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Стр. 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Стр. 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Стр. 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Стр. 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Стр. 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Стр. 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!