Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Volumen1 |
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... beneath the sun , And my voyage now is done . While I bid them all be blest , Britain is my home , my rest ; Mine own land ! I love thee best . James Montgomery . CONTENTS . PAGE PREFACE PROLOGUE . · A VOYAGE ROUND PROLOGUE . xiii.
... beneath the sun , And my voyage now is done . While I bid them all be blest , Britain is my home , my rest ; Mine own land ! I love thee best . James Montgomery . CONTENTS . PAGE PREFACE PROLOGUE . · A VOYAGE ROUND PROLOGUE . xiii.
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... rest , ye wanderers of the deep ; Nor wind nor wave shall tire Those fleshless arms , whose pulses leap With floods of living fire ; Sleep on , and when the morning light Streams o'er the shining bay , O , think of those for whom the ...
... rest , ye wanderers of the deep ; Nor wind nor wave shall tire Those fleshless arms , whose pulses leap With floods of living fire ; Sleep on , and when the morning light Streams o'er the shining bay , O , think of those for whom the ...
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... rest , and haply too Of shade , if from the summer's westering sun Sheltered beneath this beetling vault of rock . Round the rude portal clasping its rough arms , The antique ivy spreads a canopy , From whose gray blossoms the wild bees ...
... rest , and haply too Of shade , if from the summer's westering sun Sheltered beneath this beetling vault of rock . Round the rude portal clasping its rough arms , The antique ivy spreads a canopy , From whose gray blossoms the wild bees ...
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... rest ; The moon was cloudless now and clear , But pale , and soon to disappear . The thin gray clouds wax dimly light On Brusleton and Houghton height ; And the rich dale , that eastward lay , Waited the wakening touch of day , To give ...
... rest ; The moon was cloudless now and clear , But pale , and soon to disappear . The thin gray clouds wax dimly light On Brusleton and Houghton height ; And the rich dale , that eastward lay , Waited the wakening touch of day , To give ...
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... rest , A powerful chief this lofty seat surveyed , And here his mansion's strong foundation laid : In his own ground the massy stone he sought , From his own woods the rugged timbers brought ; Rudeness and greatness in his work combined ...
... rest , A powerful chief this lofty seat surveyed , And here his mansion's strong foundation laid : In his own ground the massy stone he sought , From his own woods the rugged timbers brought ; Rudeness and greatness in his work combined ...
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Poems of Places: Oceana 1 V., England 4, Scotland 3 V, Iceland, Switzerland ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Volumen3 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2023 |
Términos y frases comunes
ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa banks beauty behold bells beneath blast boughs bower breast breath bright Brignall Brixham brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Cawk chime clouds crune Cumnor Cumnor Hall dark dead dear deep distant doth dream Dupath earth fair on Carlisle flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Alford Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmur night o'er ocean once pensive proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stand stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth wind woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 200 - 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 115 - Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land. The Lady of Shalott?
Página 94 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 223 - I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — They are upon the road.
Página 10 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th
Página 225 - 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 7 - 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 233 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 119 - 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 8 - 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.