Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - Всего страниц: 408 |
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... and holy ! Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " WORDSWORTH . SONNET . ADIEU , Rydalian laurels ! that 14 WORDSWORTH .
... and holy ! Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " WORDSWORTH . SONNET . ADIEU , Rydalian laurels ! that 14 WORDSWORTH .
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... smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame . Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn , Pass on , -it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a ...
... smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame . Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn , Pass on , -it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a ...
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... smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow ; and she saw That he was wretched , but she saw not all . He rose , and , with a cold ...
... smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow ; and she saw That he was wretched , but she saw not all . He rose , and , with a cold ...
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... smiles : he pass'd From out the massy gate of that old hall , And mounting on his steed he went his way , And ne'er repass'd that hoary threshold more ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The boy was sprung to manhood : in the ...
... smiles : he pass'd From out the massy gate of that old hall , And mounting on his steed he went his way , And ne'er repass'd that hoary threshold more ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The boy was sprung to manhood : in the ...
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... smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , -but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He ...
... smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , -but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He ...
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Стр. 276 - 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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Стр. 10 - 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.
Стр. 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Стр. 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Стр. 164 - 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...
Стр. 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Стр. 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Стр. 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.