Selections from Byron, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats and BrowningCharles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout American book Company, 1909 - 311 páginas |
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... Poems Introduction Selected Poems Introduction Selected Poems JOHN KEATS Introduction Selected Poems ROBERT BROWNING Introduction • Selected Poems NOTES • · 7 ་
... Poems Introduction Selected Poems Introduction Selected Poems JOHN KEATS Introduction Selected Poems ROBERT BROWNING Introduction • Selected Poems NOTES • · 7 ་
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... poem since the age of Pope . It scoffed at men he knew , and men he did not know ; at books he had read , and books he had never seen the covers of . Wholesale ridicule by a youngster of twenty - one , often shallow and unjust , it ...
... poem since the age of Pope . It scoffed at men he knew , and men he did not know ; at books he had read , and books he had never seen the covers of . Wholesale ridicule by a youngster of twenty - one , often shallow and unjust , it ...
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... POEMS The Prisoner of Chillon was written at Ouchy within two days , June 26 and 27 , 1816 , the first year of Byron's exile and one of the few most important years of his life . Byron , always alive to the horrors of oppression , had ...
... POEMS The Prisoner of Chillon was written at Ouchy within two days , June 26 and 27 , 1816 , the first year of Byron's exile and one of the few most important years of his life . Byron , always alive to the horrors of oppression , had ...
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... poems is , of course , not the Byron whose genius set all Europe on fire . But The Prisoner and Mazeppa , like everything else from his pen , were eagerly read , and did not lack comfort for despairing lovers of freedom on a continent ...
... poems is , of course , not the Byron whose genius set all Europe on fire . But The Prisoner and Mazeppa , like everything else from his pen , were eagerly read , and did not lack comfort for despairing lovers of freedom on a continent ...
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... in heart , ' Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth , To hearken to each other's speech , And each turn comforter to each 50 55 60 65 70 With some new hope , or legend old , Or Selected Poems 25.
... in heart , ' Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth , To hearken to each other's speech , And each turn comforter to each 50 55 60 65 70 With some new hope , or legend old , Or Selected Poems 25.
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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
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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.