British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Časť 2Curtis Hidden Page B.h. Sanborn & Company, 1910 - 935 strán (strany) |
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... HILL SUMMIT . SISTER HELEN . 780 THE CHOICE , I - III .. THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH . 783 OLD AND NEW ART MARY MAGDALENE AT THE DOOR OF ST . LUKE THE PAINTER . SIMON THE PHARISEE . 785 NOT AS THESE .... ASPECTA MEDUSA ....... 786 THE ...
... HILL SUMMIT . SISTER HELEN . 780 THE CHOICE , I - III .. THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH . 783 OLD AND NEW ART MARY MAGDALENE AT THE DOOR OF ST . LUKE THE PAINTER . SIMON THE PHARISEE . 785 NOT AS THESE .... ASPECTA MEDUSA ....... 786 THE ...
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... hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colors have all passed away from her eyes ! 1797. 1800 . A NIGHT - PIECE Composed on the road between Nether Stowey and Alfoxden , extempore . I ...
... hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colors have all passed away from her eyes ! 1797. 1800 . A NIGHT - PIECE Composed on the road between Nether Stowey and Alfoxden , extempore . I ...
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... HILL A WHIRL - BLAST from behind the hill Rushed o'er the wood with starting sound ; Then -- all at once the air was still , And showers of hailstones pattered round . Where leafless oaks towered high above , I sat within an undergrove ...
... HILL A WHIRL - BLAST from behind the hill Rushed o'er the wood with starting sound ; Then -- all at once the air was still , And showers of hailstones pattered round . Where leafless oaks towered high above , I sat within an undergrove ...
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... hill , The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near , and nearer still . In one of those sweet dreams I slept , Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He ...
... hill , The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near , and nearer still . In one of those sweet dreams I slept , Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He ...
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... hill and valley , he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude . In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart , - The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart ...
... hill and valley , he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude . In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart , - The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart ...
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British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth ..., Zväzok 1 Curtis Hidden Page Úplné zobrazenie - 1910 |
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Strana 192 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Strana 43 - 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. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller...
Strana 237 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Strana 239 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Strana 186 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Strana 407 - 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 562 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Strana 602 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Strana 98 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Strana 345 - With thy clear, keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee ; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...