English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - Всего страниц: 1432 |
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... Hear , Sweet Spirit , Hear the Spell .... 366 From Zapolya Oh , Come to Me When Daylight Sets .. 428 Oft , in the Stilly Night . 428 Lalla Rookh A Sunny Shaft Did I Behold .. 366 From The Light of the Haram ... 429 From Fables for the ...
... Hear , Sweet Spirit , Hear the Spell .... 366 From Zapolya Oh , Come to Me When Daylight Sets .. 428 Oft , in the Stilly Night . 428 Lalla Rookh A Sunny Shaft Did I Behold .. 366 From The Light of the Haram ... 429 From Fables for the ...
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... hear ; 25 When thro ' the gloom more venerable shows Some ancient fabric , awful in repose , While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale ; When the loos'd horse now , as his pas- ture leads ...
... hear ; 25 When thro ' the gloom more venerable shows Some ancient fabric , awful in repose , While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale ; When the loos'd horse now , as his pas- ture leads ...
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... hear : But all is calm as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old , all nature , and all art . " Here nought but candor reigns , in- dulgent ease , Good - natured lounging , sauntering up and down : They who are pleased themselves ...
... hear : But all is calm as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old , all nature , and all art . " Here nought but candor reigns , in- dulgent ease , Good - natured lounging , sauntering up and down : They who are pleased themselves ...
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... hear no more , And much enriched with fame when use- less worldly store ! A bard here dwelt , more fat than bard beseems Who , void of envy , guile , and lust of gain , On virtue still , and nature's pleasing themes , Poured forth his ...
... hear no more , And much enriched with fame when use- less worldly store ! A bard here dwelt , more fat than bard beseems Who , void of envy , guile , and lust of gain , On virtue still , and nature's pleasing themes , Poured forth his ...
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George Benjamin Woods. I'll hear no more ; it makes one's blood run chill . 45 Quite round the pile , a row of rever ... hears , or thinks he hears , The sound of something purring at his heels ; 65 Full fast he flies , and dares not look ...
George Benjamin Woods. I'll hear no more ; it makes one's blood run chill . 45 Quite round the pile , a row of rever ... hears , or thinks he hears , The sound of something purring at his heels ; 65 Full fast he flies , and dares not look ...
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art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
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Стр. 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Стр. 473 - 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.
Стр. 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Стр. 341 - 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 ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Стр. 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Стр. 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Стр. 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Стр. 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Стр. 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.