Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... roar of rivers is almost deafening ; and if more of them do not run through the pages of this work , it is from fear of changing it into a morass , which , however beautiful with flowers and flags , might be an unsafe footing for the ...
... roar of rivers is almost deafening ; and if more of them do not run through the pages of this work , it is from fear of changing it into a morass , which , however beautiful with flowers and flags , might be an unsafe footing for the ...
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... To the native's heart are dear ; All love's charities dwell here . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me hear the snow - storms roar , Blinding , burying all before . Yet even here , in glens and coves , Man vi POEMS OF PLACES .
... To the native's heart are dear ; All love's charities dwell here . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me hear the snow - storms roar , Blinding , burying all before . Yet even here , in glens and coves , Man vi POEMS OF PLACES .
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... roar she sends through all her gates , At a safe distance , where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear . Thus sitting and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanced To some secure and more ...
... roar she sends through all her gates , At a safe distance , where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear . Thus sitting and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanced To some secure and more ...
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... roar , The mule - bells on the hills of Spain , The sea at Elsinore . I see the convent's gleaming wall Rise from its groves of pine , And towers of old cathedrals tall , And castles by the Rhine . I journey on by park and spire ...
... roar , The mule - bells on the hills of Spain , The sea at Elsinore . I see the convent's gleaming wall Rise from its groves of pine , And towers of old cathedrals tall , And castles by the Rhine . I journey on by park and spire ...
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... roar , Of sea to land , of land to ocean turned , I muse : and mourn , that who could amplest pour Homeric tones on thy resounding shore Porson is dead ! - that sea of Grecian lore Unbounded , in the abyss of fate inurned . Capel Lofft ...
... roar , Of sea to land , of land to ocean turned , I muse : and mourn , that who could amplest pour Homeric tones on thy resounding shore Porson is dead ! - that sea of Grecian lore Unbounded , in the abyss of fate inurned . Capel Lofft ...
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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.