PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - Всего страниц: 127 |
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
50 cents birds bloom blow boughs bowers boy Leonatus bright Brimming broken my divinest buds calamus roots censers clouds crown Cytherea dead deep dewy divine divinest cup dream dust of Earth evermore exceeding beautiful eyes fading feet Flora flowers folded folded palms fringed pinks Ganymede gate goblet was exceeding golden hands happy happy day heart is full Heaven idlesse immortal songs Imogen kiss leaves light linked bands lips loveliness lute Lycidas lyre maids mist moon morn mossy mould naught night o'er page of Imogen play POEMS Poesy Price 75 cents Queen red Mars round sheaves shells sigh sing Sleep snow soft solemn Sometimes thou songs soul sound spirit starry summer sweet Sycorax tears thine thou art Thou dost thought throne trees trod its fragments urns waters sleep waves wedded White-handed winds wine wings worship thee wreathed
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 112 - And one in her winding-sheet. The choristers sang the hymn, The sacred rites were read, And one for life to Life And one to Death was wed. They were borne to their bridal beds, In loveliness and bloom, — One in a merry castle, The other a solemn tomb.
Стр. 55 - I worshipped thee with smiles, Or if I ever wept, it was with joy divine ! By day, and night, on land, and sea, and air, — I saw thee everywhere ! A voice of greeting from the wind was sent ; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms ; The birds did sing to lap me...
Стр. 51 - Back to their holes, before my flying feet ; The Dragon of the Sea, my mother's god, Enormous Setebos, comes here to sleep ; Him I molest not ; when he flaps his wing A whirlwind rises, when he swims the deep It threatens to engulf the trembling isle. Sometimes, when winds do blow, and clouds are dark, I seek the blasted wood, whose barkless trunks Are bleached with summer suns ; the creaking trees Stoop down to me, and swing me right and left, Through crashing limbs, but...
Стр. 55 - We hold the keys of heaven within our hands, The gift and heirloom of a former state, And lie in infancy at heaven's gate, Transfigured in the light that streams along the lands ! Around our pillows golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, The angels come and go, the messengers of God...
Стр. 115 - THE yellow Moon looks slantly down, Through seaward mists, upon the town ; And like a mist the moonshine falls Between the dim and shadowy walls. I see a crowd in every street, But cannot hear their falling feet ; They float like clouds through shade and light, And seem a portion of the Night. The ships have lain, for ages fled, Along the waters, dark and dead ; The dying waters wash no more The long, black line of spectral shore.