Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - Всего страниц: 490 |
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... thine eyes are wet with tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too : You heard the shouting ? Rosin . and Fred . Yes . Volt . O ! had you seen it ! Drawn out in ...
... thine eyes are wet with tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too : You heard the shouting ? Rosin . and Fred . Yes . Volt . O ! had you seen it ! Drawn out in ...
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... Thine eyes deceive thee , boy ; It is an apparition thou hast seen . From De Montfort , a Tragedy . SCENE FROM CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS . Enter RODRIGO , with ELLA hanging fondly upon him , and continuing their way as if intending to pass ...
... Thine eyes deceive thee , boy ; It is an apparition thou hast seen . From De Montfort , a Tragedy . SCENE FROM CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS . Enter RODRIGO , with ELLA hanging fondly upon him , and continuing their way as if intending to pass ...
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... thine anger . Keeper . That man , may't please you , sir , was born a prince . Hardibrand . I do not catch thy jest . Keeper . I do not jest , I speak in sober earnest ; He is an Afric prince of royal line . Hardibrand . What say'st ...
... thine anger . Keeper . That man , may't please you , sir , was born a prince . Hardibrand . I do not catch thy jest . Keeper . I do not jest , I speak in sober earnest ; He is an Afric prince of royal line . Hardibrand . What say'st ...
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... thine is fairy land , And ever will be , though the axe should smite In Gain's rude service , and in Pity's spite , Thy clustering alders , and at length invade The last , last poplars , that compose thy shade : Thy stream shall then in ...
... thine is fairy land , And ever will be , though the axe should smite In Gain's rude service , and in Pity's spite , Thy clustering alders , and at length invade The last , last poplars , that compose thy shade : Thy stream shall then in ...
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... thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand Ou props as weak in Wisdom's eyes : Its conic crown Still ...
... thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand Ou props as weak in Wisdom's eyes : Its conic crown Still ...
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Стр. 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Стр. 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Стр. 106 - 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 ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Стр. 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Стр. 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Стр. 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Стр. 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Стр. 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.