Red-letter Poems by English Men and WomenT. Y. Crowell, 1885 - 648 páginas |
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... stream : With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks inwreathed with beams ; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses ...
... stream : With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks inwreathed with beams ; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper shone , Impurpled with celestial roses ...
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... stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native woodnotes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal ...
... stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native woodnotes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal ...
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... stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid : And as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or th ' unseen Genius of the wood . But let my due feet never ...
... stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid : And as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or th ' unseen Genius of the wood . But let my due feet never ...
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... neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream , Had ye been JOHN MILTON . 91.
... neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream , Had ye been JOHN MILTON . 91.
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... stream was sent , Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore ? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely , slighted , shepherd's trade , And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done , as others ...
... stream was sent , Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore ? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely , slighted , shepherd's trade , And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done , as others ...
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Red Letter Poems by English Men and Women (Classic Reprint) Thomas Young Crowell Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
art thou ARTEMIDORA beauty beneath bless blest blow born bosom breast breath bright brow Camelot charms cheek Childe Harold clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae friends Giaour glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock JOHN KEATS King Lady Lady of Shalott land lassie leaves light lips live look Lord Love's lute lyre maid moon morn ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale poems praise pride rills rose round Samian wine shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary ween weep wild William Wordsworth wind wings YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Página 425 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Página 39 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 481 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Página 175 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 453 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Página 483 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 298 - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar —• "Now tread we a measure!
Página 425 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy...
Página 40 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 242 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a