Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Kegan Paul, Trench, 1884 |
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... born in their lifetime , but not singing until the grave had closed over them , -- the perfect poet who has restored to us the gracious Arthur from his long slumber in the island valley of Avilion ; the subtle dramatist who has poured ...
... born in their lifetime , but not singing until the grave had closed over them , -- the perfect poet who has restored to us the gracious Arthur from his long slumber in the island valley of Avilion ; the subtle dramatist who has poured ...
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... born chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing , And sweep away life's visionary stir : The trumpet ( we intoxicate with pride Arm at its blast for deadly wars ) , To archangelic lips applied , The grave shall open ...
... born chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing , And sweep away life's visionary stir : The trumpet ( we intoxicate with pride Arm at its blast for deadly wars ) , To archangelic lips applied , The grave shall open ...
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... born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face . And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell : Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell ...
... born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face . And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell : Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell ...
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... born ! Reveal thyself , like pensive Morn Touch'd by the skylark's earliest note , Ere humbler gladness be afloat . But whether in the semblance dress'd Of Dawn , or Eve ( fair Vision of the West ) , Come with each anxious hope subdued ...
... born ! Reveal thyself , like pensive Morn Touch'd by the skylark's earliest note , Ere humbler gladness be afloat . But whether in the semblance dress'd Of Dawn , or Eve ( fair Vision of the West ) , Come with each anxious hope subdued ...
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... born in my father's dwelling ? So might we talk of the old familiar faces : How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me , —all are departed . All , all are gone , the old familiar faces ! THE ...
... born in my father's dwelling ? So might we talk of the old familiar faces : How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me , —all are departed . All , all are gone , the old familiar faces ! THE ...
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Стр. 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Стр. 47 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave : For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow,— While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 88 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Стр. 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Стр. 45 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene, And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Стр. 87 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...