The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... coming century by its predecessors , for , how- ever great its changes may be , from our followers there surely will not depart the quickening spirit of their Aryan ancestors , especially of the Teutonic branch . Though the future be in ...
... coming century by its predecessors , for , how- ever great its changes may be , from our followers there surely will not depart the quickening spirit of their Aryan ancestors , especially of the Teutonic branch . Though the future be in ...
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... coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer ; Come , let us haste , the stars grow high , But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky . MILTON . 66 TAM O ' SHANTER . A TALE . " Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke ...
... coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer ; Come , let us haste , the stars grow high , But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky . MILTON . 66 TAM O ' SHANTER . A TALE . " Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke ...
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... coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud- The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at its side ; Like waters shot from ...
... coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud- The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at its side ; Like waters shot from ...
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... coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he ' ll wash ...
... coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he ' ll wash ...
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... coming back again ; the years are rolled away In Sherwood , in Sherwood , about the break of day . Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows ; All the heart of England hidden in a rose Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap ...
... coming back again ; the years are rolled away In Sherwood , in Sherwood , about the break of day . Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows ; All the heart of England hidden in a rose Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap ...
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation tree voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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Сторінка 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Сторінка 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Сторінка 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
Сторінка 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Сторінка 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Сторінка 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Сторінка 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Сторінка 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Сторінка 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Сторінка 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...