British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - 458 páginas |
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... SLEEP ... 98 BEAUTY .. TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 99 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . SONG . FROM ZAPOLYA . 101 AFTER - THOUGHT YOUTH AND AGE .. 101 MUTABILITY . WORK WITHOUT HOPE ... 101 INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . 102 ...
... SLEEP ... 98 BEAUTY .. TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 99 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . SONG . FROM ZAPOLYA . 101 AFTER - THOUGHT YOUTH AND AGE .. 101 MUTABILITY . WORK WITHOUT HOPE ... 101 INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . 102 ...
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... SLEEP AND POETRY . 374 MILD IS THE PARTING YEAR , AND SWEET ....... 431 AFTER DARK VAPORS HAVE OPPRESSED OUR PLAINS . 380 PAST RUINED ILION HELEN LIVES ...... . 431 FIESOLAN IDYL ........ 431 TO LEIGH HUNT , ESQ .. 380 FOR AN EPITAPH AT ...
... SLEEP AND POETRY . 374 MILD IS THE PARTING YEAR , AND SWEET ....... 431 AFTER DARK VAPORS HAVE OPPRESSED OUR PLAINS . 380 PAST RUINED ILION HELEN LIVES ...... . 431 FIESOLAN IDYL ........ 431 TO LEIGH HUNT , ESQ .. 380 FOR AN EPITAPH AT ...
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... SLEEP . THE BLESSED DAMOZEL . AUTUMN SONG . SEVERED SELVES . THROUGH DEATH TO LOVE 773 DEATH - IN - LOVE . 774 WILLOWWOOD , I - IV . 774 WITHOUT HER . 776 STILLBORN LOVE . THE PORTRAIT . 776 TRUE WOMAN THE CARD - DEALER . 777 HERSELF ...
... SLEEP . THE BLESSED DAMOZEL . AUTUMN SONG . SEVERED SELVES . THROUGH DEATH TO LOVE 773 DEATH - IN - LOVE . 774 WILLOWWOOD , I - IV . 774 WITHOUT HER . 776 STILLBORN LOVE . THE PORTRAIT . 776 TRUE WOMAN THE CARD - DEALER . 777 HERSELF ...
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... Sleep in thy intellectual crust ; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust . But who is he ... sleeps on his own heart . But he is weak ; both Man and Boy , Hath been an idler in the land ; Contented if he might ...
... Sleep in thy intellectual crust ; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust . But who is he ... sleeps on his own heart . But he is weak ; both Man and Boy , Hath been an idler in the land ; Contented if he might ...
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... sleep : And when they rose at morning she could see That all his hopes were gone . That day at noon She said to Luke , while they two by themselves Were sitting at the door , " Thou must not go : We have no other child but thee to lose ...
... sleep : And when they rose at morning she could see That all his hopes were gone . That day at noon She said to Luke , while they two by themselves Were sitting at the door , " Thou must not go : We have no other child but thee to lose ...
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Página 41 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Página 410 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 33 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 141 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows • In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Página 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Página 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Página 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.