A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - 334 strán (strany) |
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... beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch , And share my meal , a welcome guest . Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy , at her ...
... beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch , And share my meal , a welcome guest . Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy , at her ...
Strana 27
... beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon - lover ! And from this chasm , with ceaseless turmoil seething , As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing , A mighty fountain momently was forced ; Amid whose ...
... beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon - lover ! And from this chasm , with ceaseless turmoil seething , As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing , A mighty fountain momently was forced ; Amid whose ...
Strana 32
... beneath the shade- I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on each glowing maid , My own the burning tear - drop laves , To think such breasts must suckle slaves . Place me on Sunium's marbled steep , Where nothing , save the ...
... beneath the shade- I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on each glowing maid , My own the burning tear - drop laves , To think such breasts must suckle slaves . Place me on Sunium's marbled steep , Where nothing , save the ...
Strana 40
... Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest- Thou art where foe meets foe , and trumpets rend The skies , and swords beat down the princely crest . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And ...
... Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest- Thou art where foe meets foe , and trumpets rend The skies , and swords beat down the princely crest . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And ...
Strana 42
... beneath that pine - tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come , Oh let it then be dumb ! Be anything , sweet Rill , but that which thou art now . Thou Eglantine , so bright with sunny showers , Proud as a rainbow spanning ...
... beneath that pine - tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come , Oh let it then be dumb ! Be anything , sweet Rill , but that which thou art now . Thou Eglantine , so bright with sunny showers , Proud as a rainbow spanning ...
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Strana 139 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strana 78 - 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...
Strana 231 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Strana 124 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Strana 145 - TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 142 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
Strana 222 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 142 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Strana 124 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Strana 64 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.