A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - 334 strán (strany) |
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... his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice , And close your eyes with holy dread , For he on honey - dew hath fed , And drunk the milk of Paradise . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . THE ISLES OF GREECE . 29 THE ISLES OF GREECE.
... his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice , And close your eyes with holy dread , For he on honey - dew hath fed , And drunk the milk of Paradise . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . THE ISLES OF GREECE . 29 THE ISLES OF GREECE.
Strana 52
... lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley . A NIGHT - SONG OF LOVE . 53 A NIGHT Lines to an Indian.
... lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley . A NIGHT - SONG OF LOVE . 53 A NIGHT Lines to an Indian.
Strana 60
... close behind the snow- white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rushed , while , like a guiding star , Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre . Now , God be praised , the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein ...
... close behind the snow- white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rushed , while , like a guiding star , Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre . Now , God be praised , the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein ...
Strana 69
... close , To chain her with their power . But let the ice drift on ! Let the cold - blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done , There slumber England's dead . The warlike of the isles , The men of field and wave ! Are ...
... close , To chain her with their power . But let the ice drift on ! Let the cold - blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done , There slumber England's dead . The warlike of the isles , The men of field and wave ! Are ...
Strana 85
... Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run : To bend with apples the moss'd cottage - trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ...
... Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run : To bend with apples the moss'd cottage - trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ...
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A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF IVRY BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird blow boys come home breast breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright CLEON clouds cold Cusha D. G. Rossetti daffodil dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes fair feet flowers glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven ITYLUS kisses leaves light LINCOLNSHIRE lips living Lochinvar look Lord loud Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon morn never night o'er OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone rain river rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars stream summer swallow sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe voice warm waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
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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.