A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - 334 strán (strany) |
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... things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy . 14 BLIGHTED IN THE BUD ...
... things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy . 14 BLIGHTED IN THE BUD ...
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... thing impure and noxious . Enter in , O stranger ! undismayed . Nor bat , nor toad Here lurks ; and if thy breast of blameless thought Approve thee , not unwelcome shalt thou tread My quiet mansion : -chiefly if thy name Wise Pallas and ...
... thing impure and noxious . Enter in , O stranger ! undismayed . Nor bat , nor toad Here lurks ; and if thy breast of blameless thought Approve thee , not unwelcome shalt thou tread My quiet mansion : -chiefly if thy name Wise Pallas and ...
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... things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade Of some deep - wailing ruined maid --- Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell of woe and fortune's frown ; And bid us cast the eye of hope , Beyond this bad world's narrow ...
... things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade Of some deep - wailing ruined maid --- Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell of woe and fortune's frown ; And bid us cast the eye of hope , Beyond this bad world's narrow ...
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... things ; Or , with old Egypt's fettered kings , Arrange the mystic trains that shine In night's high philosophic mine ; And to thy name shall e'er belong The honours of undying song . H. K. White . KUBLA KHAN . 27 KUBLA KHAN : A FRAGMENT .
... things ; Or , with old Egypt's fettered kings , Arrange the mystic trains that shine In night's high philosophic mine ; And to thy name shall e'er belong The honours of undying song . H. K. White . KUBLA KHAN . 27 KUBLA KHAN : A FRAGMENT .
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... things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set — but ...
... things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey . Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set — but ...
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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.