Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - Всего страниц: 368 |
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... waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ...
... waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ...
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... wave's intenser day , All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet , the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms , while far below The sea 56 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
... wave's intenser day , All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet , the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms , while far below The sea 56 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
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... wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse of thy strength , only less free Than thou , O uncontrollable ! If even I were as in my boyhood , and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven , As then , when to outstrip ...
... wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The impulse of thy strength , only less free Than thou , O uncontrollable ! If even I were as in my boyhood , and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven , As then , when to outstrip ...
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... love ( oh ! how I love ) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloft his tempest tune , And tells how goeth the world below , And why 58 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
... love ( oh ! how I love ) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloft his tempest tune , And tells how goeth the world below , And why 58 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
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... waves were white , and red the moon , In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled , the porpoise rolled , And the dolphins bared their backs of gold ; And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the ...
... waves were white , and red the moon , In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled , the porpoise rolled , And the dolphins bared their backs of gold ; And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the ...
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Стр. 48 - 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. 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Стр. 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Стр. 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 186 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Стр. 102 - 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.