The English Poets, Том 4Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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... [ Past Years of Home ] SAMUEL ROGERS ( 1763-1855 ) Extract from The Pleasures of Memory 87 88 · • Sir Henry Taylor 89 92 • " Human Life " " Italy • 93 · 94 • 95 Austin Dobson 99 Ginevra • WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES ( 1762-1850 ) Sonnets ...
... [ Past Years of Home ] SAMUEL ROGERS ( 1763-1855 ) Extract from The Pleasures of Memory 87 88 · • Sir Henry Taylor 89 92 • " Human Life " " Italy • 93 · 94 • 95 Austin Dobson 99 Ginevra • WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES ( 1762-1850 ) Sonnets ...
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... past ; five summers , with the length Of five long winters ! and again I hear These waters , rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild ...
... past ; five summers , with the length Of five long winters ! and again I hear These waters , rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild ...
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... past , now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe , Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on 20 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... past , now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe , Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on 20 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love - oh ! with far ...
... past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love - oh ! with far ...
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... past , Continued long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland Girl ! from thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the cabin small , The ...
... past , Continued long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland Girl ! from thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the cabin small , The ...
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Сторінка 19 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 284 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Сторінка 375 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Сторінка 324 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 285 - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee;...
Сторінка 83 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 324 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Сторінка 376 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Сторінка 260 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Сторінка 740 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.