British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - Всего страниц: 458 |
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... SIDE , NEAR CALAIS ..... 30 31 THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUB JUGATION OF SWITZERLAND ..... 31 IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING , CALM AND FREE . HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS A LEAST THIS PRAISE ..... LAODAMIA ......... . 31 YARROW VISITED ...
... SIDE , NEAR CALAIS ..... 30 31 THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUB JUGATION OF SWITZERLAND ..... 31 IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING , CALM AND FREE . HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS A LEAST THIS PRAISE ..... LAODAMIA ......... . 31 YARROW VISITED ...
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... SIDES .. 806 ERROR AND LOSS .. 857 MICHELANGELO'S KISS . 807 FROM LOVE IS ENOUGH LIFE THE BELOVED . 807 A SUPERSCRIPTION . 807 NEWBORN DEATH , I - II ... 807 THE DAY OF LOVE .... FINAL CHORUS ..... THE VOICE OF TOIL ... 859 859 859 THE ...
... SIDES .. 806 ERROR AND LOSS .. 857 MICHELANGELO'S KISS . 807 FROM LOVE IS ENOUGH LIFE THE BELOVED . 807 A SUPERSCRIPTION . 807 NEWBORN DEATH , I - II ... 807 THE DAY OF LOVE .... FINAL CHORUS ..... THE VOICE OF TOIL ... 859 859 859 THE ...
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... side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sing a song to them . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat ...
... side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sing a song to them . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat ...
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... side , Ruth does what Simon cannot do ; For she , with scanty cause for pride , Is stouter of the two . And , though you with your utmost skill From labor could not wean them . ' Tis little , very little - all That they can do between ...
... side , Ruth does what Simon cannot do ; For she , with scanty cause for pride , Is stouter of the two . And , though you with your utmost skill From labor could not wean them . ' Tis little , very little - all That they can do between ...
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... sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And ...
... sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And ...
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Стр. 41 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Стр. 410 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 33 - 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 141 - 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. 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows • In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Стр. 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Стр. 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Стр. 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.