A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsJ.B. Ford, 1872 - 789 стор. |
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Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets. Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea ; and I would have Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighborhood . What joy to hear thee , and to see ! Thy elder brother I ...
Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets. Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea ; and I would have Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighborhood . What joy to hear thee , and to see ! Thy elder brother I ...
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... wave The melodies of earth . Moonlight on that lone Indian main Cloudless and lovely slept ; While dancing step and festive strain Each deck in triumph swept . And hands were linked , and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone ; O ...
... wave The melodies of earth . Moonlight on that lone Indian main Cloudless and lovely slept ; While dancing step and festive strain Each deck in triumph swept . And hands were linked , and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone ; O ...
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... wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardor burn ; Poison can breath , that erst perfumed ; There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers ...
... wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardor burn ; Poison can breath , that erst perfumed ; There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers ...
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... wave of her sunny hand , The dancing girls of Samarcand Float in like mists from Fairy - land ! And to the low voluptuous swoons Of music , rise and fall the moons Of their full brown bosoms . Orient blood Runs in their veins , shines ...
... wave of her sunny hand , The dancing girls of Samarcand Float in like mists from Fairy - land ! And to the low voluptuous swoons Of music , rise and fall the moons Of their full brown bosoms . Orient blood Runs in their veins , shines ...
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... wave and sunshine playing , Like sisters each arraying , Far down the sea - plants swaying Upon their coral bed , And languid as the tresses on a sleeping maiden's head , When the summer breeze is dead . IV . Need we say that Maurice ...
... wave and sunshine playing , Like sisters each arraying , Far down the sea - plants swaying Upon their coral bed , And languid as the tresses on a sleeping maiden's head , When the summer breeze is dead . IV . Need we say that Maurice ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Сторінка 234 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Сторінка 641 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Сторінка 621 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Сторінка 580 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 582 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Сторінка 644 - 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 259 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Сторінка 544 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 395 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets