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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... drink the spring . But wherever her peaceful form appeared , The wild beasts of the hills were cheered ; The wolf played blythely round the field ; The lordly byson lowed and kneeled ; The dun deer wooed with manner bland , And cowered ...
... drink the spring . But wherever her peaceful form appeared , The wild beasts of the hills were cheered ; The wolf played blythely round the field ; The lordly byson lowed and kneeled ; The dun deer wooed with manner bland , And cowered ...
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... drink the dew from the buttercup : A scene of sorrow waits them now , For an ouphe has broken his vestal vow ; He has loved an earthly maid , And left for her his woodland shade ; He has lain upon her lip of dew , And FAIRIES : ELVES ...
... drink the dew from the buttercup : A scene of sorrow waits them now , For an ouphe has broken his vestal vow ; He has loved an earthly maid , And left for her his woodland shade ; He has lain upon her lip of dew , And FAIRIES : ELVES ...
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... drink you are inclined , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam O'Shanter's mare . ROBERT BURNS . THE LORE - LEI . I KNOW not whence it rises , This thought so full of woe ; - But a tale ...
... drink you are inclined , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam O'Shanter's mare . ROBERT BURNS . THE LORE - LEI . I KNOW not whence it rises , This thought so full of woe ; - But a tale ...
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... drink . Thankful she raised it ; but a graceless boy And impudent stood by , and , ere the half Was drained , " Ha ! ha ! see how the glutton swills ! " With insolent jeer he cried . The goddess's ire Was roused ; and as he spoke , what ...
... drink . Thankful she raised it ; but a graceless boy And impudent stood by , and , ere the half Was drained , " Ha ! ha ! see how the glutton swills ! " With insolent jeer he cried . The goddess's ire Was roused ; and as he spoke , what ...
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... drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea ! About , about , in reel and rout , The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils ...
... drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea ! About , about , in reel and rout , The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils ...
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beauty beneath bird blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOHN KEATS JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light lips live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE 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 Ulalume 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 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 399 - 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...