Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both countries1860 - 472 стор. |
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... turning one down ) with the plough , in April , 1786 , • Winter in Scotland , ( from " Marmion , " ) The Garden of Adonis , ( from " The Faerie ) Queen , " ) From " The Passionate Pilgrim , ” To the Grasshopper and the Cricket ...
... turning one down ) with the plough , in April , 1786 , • Winter in Scotland , ( from " Marmion , " ) The Garden of Adonis , ( from " The Faerie ) Queen , " ) From " The Passionate Pilgrim , ” To the Grasshopper and the Cricket ...
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... turning her up in her nest ) with the Plough , The Builders , BURNS , LONGFELLOW , · CHARLES LAMB , COLERIDGE , 309 310 314 . 316 A Garden in Spring , Sonnet to the Moon , Sonnet , ( 71 , ) Sonnet , THOMSON , 317 · CHARLOTTE SMITH , 319 ...
... turning her up in her nest ) with the Plough , The Builders , BURNS , LONGFELLOW , · CHARLES LAMB , COLERIDGE , 309 310 314 . 316 A Garden in Spring , Sonnet to the Moon , Sonnet , ( 71 , ) Sonnet , THOMSON , 317 · CHARLOTTE SMITH , 319 ...
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... turn of mind which should have preserved him from his errors . Let us , however , attribute these ( as we fairly may ) to the greater license allowed when he wrote , and be thankful for what he has given us of unobjectionable and ...
... turn of mind which should have preserved him from his errors . Let us , however , attribute these ( as we fairly may ) to the greater license allowed when he wrote , and be thankful for what he has given us of unobjectionable and ...
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... turns ; Sees a mansion more majestic Than all those she saw before : Many a gallant gay domestic Bows before him at the door . And they speak in gentle murmur , When they answer to his call , While he treads with footstep firmer ...
... turns ; Sees a mansion more majestic Than all those she saw before : Many a gallant gay domestic Bows before him at the door . And they speak in gentle murmur , When they answer to his call , While he treads with footstep firmer ...
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... turning , - Their wind comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , —our head , with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places , - Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling— Turns the long light that droppeth down the ...
... turning , - Their wind comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , —our head , with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places , - Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling— Turns the long light that droppeth down the ...
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Poets of England and America: Selections from the Best Authors of Both ... England Повний перегляд - 1860 |
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charm Cloudland clouds dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmur ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet poetry praise Preston Mill pride right hand path rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees twine unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods Yarrow young youth
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Сторінка 372 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 371 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Сторінка 458 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 17 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.
Сторінка 198 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Сторінка 197 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Сторінка 146 - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 198 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Сторінка 241 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.