Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Monor Poems of the English Language, Comprising Chiefly Longer PoemsSheldon, 1876 - 543 strán (strany) |
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... in sentiment or irreverent in spirit . Some otherwise excel- lent poems have yielded to the application of this prin ple . The purpose of the book has not seemed to require any very rigid classification of its contents A little freedom.
... in sentiment or irreverent in spirit . Some otherwise excel- lent poems have yielded to the application of this prin ple . The purpose of the book has not seemed to require any very rigid classification of its contents A little freedom.
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... seemed , oh , how fair ! And crowns were only precious things , when in her raven hair ; Who paid her smiles with diadems , —and bought , at empire's cost , The love which he must lose to - day , —when all beside is lost ! X. She hath ...
... seemed , oh , how fair ! And crowns were only precious things , when in her raven hair ; Who paid her smiles with diadems , —and bought , at empire's cost , The love which he must lose to - day , —when all beside is lost ! X. She hath ...
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... seemed the same ! And round about the keel , with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed , melancholy Lotus - eaters came . IV . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and fruit ...
... seemed the same ! And round about the keel , with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed , melancholy Lotus - eaters came . IV . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and fruit ...
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... seemed the sea , weary the oar , Weary the wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; " And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG ...
... seemed the sea , weary the oar , Weary the wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; " And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG ...
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... seemed to hear , The German songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and clear ; And down the pleasant river , and up the slanting hill , The echoing chorus sounded through the evening calm and still ; And her glad blue eyes were on me ...
... seemed to hear , The German songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and clear ; And down the pleasant river , and up the slanting hill , The echoing chorus sounded through the evening calm and still ; And her glad blue eyes were on me ...
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Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best ..., Zväzok 2 Úplné zobrazenie - 1876 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth face fair fancy feel flowers forever FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gaze gleam glory glow golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART kiss land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look LORD BYRON Lycidas Maud Maud Muller morn mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rise river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears tell thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought Twas voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wing young youth
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Strana 283 - Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Strana 299 - Neaera's hair? 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.
Strana 67 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Strana 224 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Strana 267 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Strana 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 13 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers — All that ever was Joyous and clear...
Strana 68 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Strana 398 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Strana 79 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I...