Selections from Byron, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats and BrowningCharles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout American book Company, 1909 - 311 páginas |
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... bound , And rushed to him : I found him not , - I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , 215 220 225 ...
... bound , And rushed to him : I found him not , - I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , 215 220 225 ...
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... bound her to the place , though not That hers might be the winning lot . Then through my brain the thought did pass , Even as a flash of lightning there , That there was something in her air Which would not doom me to despair ; And on ...
... bound her to the place , though not That hers might be the winning lot . Then through my brain the thought did pass , Even as a flash of lightning there , That there was something in her air Which would not doom me to despair ; And on ...
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... bound me on , that menial throng , Upon his back with many a thong ; They loosed him with a sudden lash Away ! away ! - - and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash . " Away ! — away ! - X My breath was gone , I saw not where he ...
... bound me on , that menial throng , Upon his back with many a thong ; They loosed him with a sudden lash Away ! away ! - - and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash . " Away ! — away ! - X My breath was gone , I saw not where he ...
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... bound me to his foaming flank : At length I played them one as frank- For Time at last sets all things even And if we do but watch the hour , There never yet was human power Which could evade , if unforgiven , 800 805 810 815 820 825 ...
... bound me to his foaming flank : At length I played them one as frank- For Time at last sets all things even And if we do but watch the hour , There never yet was human power Which could evade , if unforgiven , 800 805 810 815 820 825 ...
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... bound and slender frame Was nothing to his angry might , And merely like a spur became : Each motion which I made to free My swoln limbs from their agony Increased his fury and affright : ― I tried my voice , - ' twas faint and low But ...
... bound and slender frame Was nothing to his angry might , And merely like a spur became : Each motion which I made to free My swoln limbs from their agony Increased his fury and affright : ― I tried my voice , - ' twas faint and low But ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Athens beauty beneath birds breath bright Browning Byron Château de Chillon child Chillon cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth Dowden dream earth England English Essays eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers friends galloped glory green happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE Hervé Riel hills hope hour JOHN KEATS Keats lake Leigh Hunt light limbs live look Lord Byron Matthew Arnold Mazeppa morning mountain NEIDPATH CASTLE never night o'er once pain passed PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pheidippides poems poet poet's poetry praise Prisoner of Chillon R. H. Hutton rock round Ruth seem'd Shelley Shelley's sight silent sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul spirit star sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees twas voice wandering waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 85 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 253 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it. Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Página 85 - 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.
Página 184 - My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare...
Página 220 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 270 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 266 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 140 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Página 23 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 173 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.