Longer English Poems: With Notes Philological and Explanatory, and an Introduction on the Teaching of EnglishJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan, 1878 - 427 стор. |
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... stole , Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay , 65 Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . 330 30 But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone 76 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
... stole , Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay , 65 Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . 330 30 But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone 76 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
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... died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep . They do not sleep . On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , I see them sit ; they linger yet , Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And weave with ...
... died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep . They do not sleep . On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , I see them sit ; they linger yet , Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And weave with ...
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... was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . " And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; 310 But with its sound it shook the sails , That 138 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
... was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . " And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; 310 But with its sound it shook the sails , That 138 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
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... died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low 400 The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow , He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow . ' 405 " The other was a ...
... died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low 400 The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow , He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow . ' 405 " The other was a ...
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... died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , 440 Nor turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapt : once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen ...
... died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , 440 Nor turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapt : once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen ...
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Сторінка 156 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Сторінка 82 - 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 114 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil, Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Сторінка 138 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 154 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Сторінка 23 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 26 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 133 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Сторінка 191 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Сторінка 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...