British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Часть 2Curtis Hidden Page B.h. Sanborn & Company, 1910 - Всего страниц: 935 |
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... STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN The next three poems were written in Germany . ( Wordsworth . ) STRANGE fits of passion have I known : And I will dare to tell , But in the Lover's ear alone , What once to me befell . When she I ...
... STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN The next three poems were written in Germany . ( Wordsworth . ) STRANGE fits of passion have I known : And I will dare to tell , But in the Lover's ear alone , What once to me befell . When she I ...
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... strange , Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then . Perpetual emptiness ! unceasing change ! No single volume paramount . no code , No master spirit , no determined road ; But equally a want of books and men ! 1802. 1807 . IT IS ...
... strange , Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then . Perpetual emptiness ! unceasing change ! No single volume paramount . no code , No master spirit , no determined road ; But equally a want of books and men ! 1802. 1807 . IT IS ...
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... strange Land , and far from home , Were in this place the guests of Chance : Yet who would stop , or fear to advance Though home or shelter he had none . With such a sky to lead him on ? The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind , all ...
... strange Land , and far from home , Were in this place the guests of Chance : Yet who would stop , or fear to advance Though home or shelter he had none . With such a sky to lead him on ? The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind , all ...
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... strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. 3 And straight the Sun was flecked with bars , ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peered With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my ...
... strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. 3 And straight the Sun was flecked with bars , ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peered With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my ...
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... strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They raised their limbs like ...
... strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They raised their limbs like ...
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Стр. 192 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 43 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller...
Стр. 237 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 239 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Стр. 186 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 407 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 562 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Стр. 602 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Стр. 98 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Стр. 345 - With thy clear, keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee ; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...