A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsJ.B. Ford, 1872 - Всего страниц: 789 |
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... deep to be noisy ; one loves simple and obvious images strikingly em- ployed , or familiar thoughts placed in a new light , another is satisfied only with nov- elties of thought and expression , with uncommon illustrations and images ...
... deep to be noisy ; one loves simple and obvious images strikingly em- ployed , or familiar thoughts placed in a new light , another is satisfied only with nov- elties of thought and expression , with uncommon illustrations and images ...
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... deep mid - sea , When calms had stilled the tide ; A few bright days of summer glee There found them side by side . And voices of the fair and brave Rose mingling thence in mirth ; And sweetly floated o'er the wave The melodies of earth ...
... deep mid - sea , When calms had stilled the tide ; A few bright days of summer glee There found them side by side . And voices of the fair and brave Rose mingling thence in mirth ; And sweetly floated o'er the wave The melodies of earth ...
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... deep , Into my ears this truth , - " Thou liv'st forever ! " BYRON FOR LOVE'S SWEET SAKE . AWAKE ! the starry midnight hour Hangs charmed , and pauseth in its flight ; In its own sweetness sleeps the flower , And the doves lie hushed in ...
... deep , Into my ears this truth , - " Thou liv'st forever ! " BYRON FOR LOVE'S SWEET SAKE . AWAKE ! the starry midnight hour Hangs charmed , and pauseth in its flight ; In its own sweetness sleeps the flower , And the doves lie hushed in ...
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... deep his love lies in my heart , as they lie in the well . " JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART . FATIMA AND RADUAN . FROM THE SPANISH . " Diamante falso y fingido , Engastado en pedernal , " & c . “ FALSE diamond set in flint ! hard heart in haughty ...
... deep his love lies in my heart , as they lie in the well . " JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART . FATIMA AND RADUAN . FROM THE SPANISH . " Diamante falso y fingido , Engastado en pedernal , " & c . “ FALSE diamond set in flint ! hard heart in haughty ...
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... Deep as deep flowers , and dreamy like dim skies ; With her own tresses bound , and found her fair , - Kissing her hair . Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me , Sleep of cold sea - bloom under the cold sea : What pain could get ...
... Deep as deep flowers , and dreamy like dim skies ; With her own tresses bound , and found her fair , - Kissing her hair . Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me , Sleep of cold sea - bloom under the cold sea : What pain could get ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Стр. 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Стр. 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Стр. 644 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Стр. 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Стр. 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets