English Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: A Connected Representation of Poetic Art and Thought from 1798 to 1914George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster Macmillan, 1923 - 825 стор. |
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... sound intended by the poet ; otherwise , they have been still more carefully adjusted . - - Explanation of devices . Dates of composition are given in slanting figures , dates of first publication in upright figures . - Titles in ...
... sound intended by the poet ; otherwise , they have been still more carefully adjusted . - - Explanation of devices . Dates of composition are given in slanting figures , dates of first publication in upright figures . - Titles in ...
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... sound , And hill and valley rang with glee When Echo bandied , round and round , The halloo of Simon Lee . 5 His wife , an agèd woman , Lives with him , near the waterfall , Upon the village common . Beside their moss - grown hut of ...
... sound , And hill and valley rang with glee When Echo bandied , round and round , The halloo of Simon Lee . 5 His wife , an agèd woman , Lives with him , near the waterfall , Upon the village common . Beside their moss - grown hut of ...
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... sound Of melancholy not unnoticed , while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear , and in the west The orange sky of evening died away . Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay , or sportively 445 455 The rapid line of ...
... sound Of melancholy not unnoticed , while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear , and in the west The orange sky of evening died away . Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay , or sportively 445 455 The rapid line of ...
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... sound in silent night ; 20 Ye waves , that out of the great deep steal forth In a calm hour to kiss the pebbly shore , Not mute , and then retire , fearing no storm ; And you , ye groves , whose ministry it is To interpose the covert of ...
... sound in silent night ; 20 Ye waves , that out of the great deep steal forth In a calm hour to kiss the pebbly shore , Not mute , and then retire , fearing no storm ; And you , ye groves , whose ministry it is To interpose the covert of ...
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... sound nor sight 35 To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on the hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . 40 They wept- and , turning homeward , cried , " In heaven ...
... sound nor sight 35 To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on the hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . 40 They wept- and , turning homeward , cried , " In heaven ...
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Adonais art thou Artemidora beauty beneath breast breath bright Camelot cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Empedocles eternal eyes face fair fear feel flowers grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Lamia leave light lips live look mind moon morn mortal mother mountains nature never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain painted veil pale pass passion Pausanias poem poet Proem Prometheus Prometheus Unbound rose round Rustum Samian wine Saturn shadow silent Simoïs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound spake spirit stanza stars stood sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings words Wordsworth youth
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Сторінка 61 - Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Сторінка 207 - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
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Сторінка 320 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
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Сторінка 320 - ... the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul,...
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Сторінка 364 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Сторінка 254 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.