Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... dream . " Even scenes unlovely in themselves become clothed in beauty when illuminated by the im- agination , as faces in themselves not beautiful become so by the expression of thought and feeling . This collection of Poems of Places ...
... dream . " Even scenes unlovely in themselves become clothed in beauty when illuminated by the im- agination , as faces in themselves not beautiful become so by the expression of thought and feeling . This collection of Poems of Places ...
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... of early travel , Where dreaming idly on the summer grass , He saw the Swiss cascades their threads unravel , And evening strike above the shadowy pass . Clitumnus ' oxen wander by the plashing Of Virgil's sacred INTRODUCTORY . 15.
... of early travel , Where dreaming idly on the summer grass , He saw the Swiss cascades their threads unravel , And evening strike above the shadowy pass . Clitumnus ' oxen wander by the plashing Of Virgil's sacred INTRODUCTORY . 15.
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... dream - world , soft with indecision , Where dulse and tangle round mosaics grow . Such is the album memory fills with treasures , Hid in the heart , where love doth keep the key ; There in procession pass life's pains and pleasures ...
... dream - world , soft with indecision , Where dulse and tangle round mosaics grow . Such is the album memory fills with treasures , Hid in the heart , where love doth keep the key ; There in procession pass life's pains and pleasures ...
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... dreams . I read whatever bards have sung Of lands beyond the sea , And the bright days when I was young Come thronging back to me . In fancy I can hear again The Alpine torrent's roar , The mule - bells on the hills of Spain , The sea ...
... dreams . I read whatever bards have sung Of lands beyond the sea , And the bright days when I was young Come thronging back to me . In fancy I can hear again The Alpine torrent's roar , The mule - bells on the hills of Spain , The sea ...
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... dreaming boy ; Ours are the days of fact , not fable , Of knights , but not of the round table , Of Baillie Jarvie , not Rob Roy ; " T is what " Our President " Monroe Has called " the era of good feeling " ; The Highlander , the ...
... dreaming boy ; Ours are the days of fact , not fable , Of knights , but not of the round table , Of Baillie Jarvie , not Rob Roy ; " T is what " Our President " Monroe Has called " the era of good feeling " ; The Highlander , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa Avon banks beauty behold bells Benallay beneath bower breath bright Brignall brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Charlotte Smith clouds crune Cumnor dark dead dear deep delight distant doth dream Dupath earth Edenhall fair on Carlisle flow flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmuring night o'er once pensive praise pride proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round rude sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wandering waters wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth winding woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 237 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Página 229 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Página 221 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 9 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Página 228 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Página 204 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 121 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Página 116 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Página 239 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Página 239 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.