English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 páginas |
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... fire ; 1 But wha looes best , let time an ' carriage2 try ; 75 Be constant , an ' my love shall time defy . Be still as now ; an ' a ' my care shall be thee . Patie . Were thou a giglet gawky3 like the lave , 1 That little better than ...
... fire ; 1 But wha looes best , let time an ' carriage2 try ; 75 Be constant , an ' my love shall time defy . Be still as now ; an ' a ' my care shall be thee . Patie . Were thou a giglet gawky3 like the lave , 1 That little better than ...
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... fire . 450 Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain Or his , who made Mæonides our own.1 Man too he sung : immortal man I sing ; Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life 455 ...
... fire . 450 Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain Or his , who made Mæonides our own.1 Man too he sung : immortal man I sing ; Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life 455 ...
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... fire , I feel , I feel , with sudden heat , My big tumultuous bosom beat ; 80 The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' shrieks I hear , Give me another horse , I cry , Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; 85 Whence is ...
... fire , I feel , I feel , with sudden heat , My big tumultuous bosom beat ; 80 The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' shrieks I hear , Give me another horse , I cry , Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; 85 Whence is ...
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... fire , when it pours on the sky of night , and mariners foresee a storm . On Cona's rising heath they stood : the white - bosomed maids be- held them above like a grove ; they fore- saw the death of the youth , and looked towards the ...
... fire , when it pours on the sky of night , and mariners foresee a storm . On Cona's rising heath they stood : the white - bosomed maids be- held them above like a grove ; they fore- saw the death of the youth , and looked towards the ...
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... fire in the midst of my father's hall ? I was young , and knew not the cause , why the virgins wept . The columns of smoke pleased mine eye , when they rose above my walls ! I 15 often looked back with gladness when my friends fled ...
... fire in the midst of my father's hall ? I was young , and knew not the cause , why the virgins wept . The columns of smoke pleased mine eye , when they rose above my walls ! I 15 often looked back with gladness when my friends fled ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Página 473 - 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.
Página 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Página 341 - 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 ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Página 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Página 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Página 486 - 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.
Página 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.