British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Parte2Curtis Hidden Page B.h. Sanborn & Company, 1910 - 935 páginas |
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... WIND This was in fact suggested by my daughter Catherine long after her death . ( Wordsworth . ) SURPRISED by joy - impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport - Oh ! with whom But Thee , deep buried in the silent tomb , That ...
... WIND This was in fact suggested by my daughter Catherine long after her death . ( Wordsworth . ) SURPRISED by joy - impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport - Oh ! with whom But Thee , deep buried in the silent tomb , That ...
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... wind and fair weather , till it reached the line . The Wedding Guest heareth the bridal music ; but the Mariner continueth his tale . The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole . The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , where no ...
... wind and fair weather , till it reached the line . The Wedding Guest heareth the bridal music ; but the Mariner continueth his tale . The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole . The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , where no ...
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... wind did roar more loud . And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at its side : Like waters shot frem some ...
... wind did roar more loud . And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at its side : Like waters shot frem some ...
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... wind ? ' SECOND VOICE The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . 1 The Polar Spirit's fellow - demons , the invis- ible inhabitants of the element , take part in his wrong ; and two of them relate one to the other , that ...
... wind ? ' SECOND VOICE The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . 1 The Polar Spirit's fellow - demons , the invis- ible inhabitants of the element , take part in his wrong ; and two of them relate one to the other , that ...
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... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
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arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon dost doth DOWDEN dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel flowers gaze golden grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott leave light lips live look Lord Lord Byron Love's Marmion Matthew Arnold Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Schoeneus Semichorus shade shadow silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro voice wandering waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
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Página 192 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 43 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller...
Página 237 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 239 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 186 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 407 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 562 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 602 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 98 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Página 345 - With thy clear, keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee ; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...