Poems of Imagination and FancyBurlock & Company, 1878 - Всего страниц: 112 |
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... cold , And other than his form of creed , With chiselled features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was born , With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate , the scorn of scorn , The love of love . He ...
... cold , And other than his form of creed , With chiselled features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was born , With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate , the scorn of scorn , The love of love . He ...
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... cold to you than I. Lady Clara Vere de Vere , You put strange memories in my head . Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead . O your sweet eyes your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ...
... cold to you than I. Lady Clara Vere de Vere , You put strange memories in my head . Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead . O your sweet eyes your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ...
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... cold gray stones , oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman's boy , That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in his boat on the ...
... cold gray stones , oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman's boy , That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in his boat on the ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Every one for his own The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year , blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Every one for his own The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year , blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the ...
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... cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy . Or else the island princes . over - bold Have eat our substance , and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten - years ' war in Troy ...
... cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy . Or else the island princes . over - bold Have eat our substance , and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten - years ' war in Troy ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath Binnorie blow bower break breath bright Camelot chatter child clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes fancy father fear flowers gleam GLOWWORM golden Goody Blake grass green hand happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Katie King King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott lamb land light little birdie live Locksley Hall lonely look Lord LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING maiden moon morn mother murmur never New-year night numbered o'er POET LAUREATE pray Queen rest Ringlet river rock rode round scorn shadow shine sings Sir Bedivere sleep smile snow song soul spake spirit stars summer sweet SWEET AND LOW sweetest thing thee thine things thou art thought Trajan tree valley Vere de Vere voice wave weary wild wind wings Young Harry
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Стр. 22 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Стр. 59 - 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.
Стр. 25 - So in the churchyard she was laid; And , when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you , then ," said I , "If they two are in Heaven?
Стр. 24 - Then did the little maid reply : "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Стр. 80 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain...
Стр. 20 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door...
Стр. 65 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands...
Стр. 80 - Stern lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Стр. 70 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 78 - Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...