The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language: Selected and Arranged with Notes. Book fourthFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - Всего страниц: 266 |
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... glory , has been the most gifted of all nations for Poetry , expressed in these men the highest strength and prodigality of its nature . They interpreted the age to itself — hence the many phases of thought and style they present : -to ...
... glory , has been the most gifted of all nations for Poetry , expressed in these men the highest strength and prodigality of its nature . They interpreted the age to itself — hence the many phases of thought and style they present : -to ...
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... glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim : - Thus ye teach us , every day , Wisdom , though fled far away . Bards of Passion and of Mirth Ye have left your souls on earth ! Ye have souls in heaven too , Double - lived ...
... glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim : - Thus ye teach us , every day , Wisdom , though fled far away . Bards of Passion and of Mirth Ye have left your souls on earth ! Ye have souls in heaven too , Double - lived ...
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... glory ; Like the murmur of a dream . So faintly did she speak . There may be a reference to the fact that a murmur heard in a dream is often caused by a real noise , so that , on awakening , the dreamer finds it difficult for some time ...
... glory ; Like the murmur of a dream . So faintly did she speak . There may be a reference to the fact that a murmur heard in a dream is often caused by a real noise , so that , on awakening , the dreamer finds it difficult for some time ...
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... glory ? O Fame ! —if I e'er took delight in thy praises , ' Twas less for the sake of thy high - sounding phrases , Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her . There chiefly I ...
... glory ? O Fame ! —if I e'er took delight in thy praises , ' Twas less for the sake of thy high - sounding phrases , Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her . There chiefly I ...
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... glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The ...
... glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The ...
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Alfoxden Argument.-The Author's note beauty behold beneath birds bonny bower Braes of Yarrow breath bright Brignall Busk ye child cloud Clovenford Compare County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers frae glory gone Grasmere green H. F. Lyte happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Keats lady leaves light lines live look Lord Byron lover Milton mind moon morning mountain mournful Nature's ne'er Neidpath Castle never night o'er P. B. Shelley Paradise Paradise Lost Piobaireachd pleasure poem poet Prometheus Unbound Revolt of Islam round S. T. Coleridge seem'd Shelley's silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit Spring star storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees twas verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind-flowers winds wings woods Wordsworth Written youth
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Стр. 74 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 55 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 235 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 38 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd— Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Стр. 120 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 127 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Стр. 134 - 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. 68 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 13 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart...
Стр. 245 - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.