Gems of English poetry from Chaucer to the present times, selected and arranged by mrs. MarzialsMary Anne Marzials Wesleyan Conference Office, 1867 - 295 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action . REMEMBRANCE . WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up ...
... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action . REMEMBRANCE . WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up ...
Strana 27
... o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream : With these , that never fade , the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks , inwreathed with beams ; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper ...
... o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream : With these , that never fade , the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks , inwreathed with beams ; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper ...
Strana 28
... o'er the necks Thou drov'st of warring angels disarray'd . Back from pursuit Thy powers with loud acclaim Thee only extoll'd , Son of Thy Father's might , To execute fierce vengeance on His foes ; Not so on man : him , through their ...
... o'er the necks Thou drov'st of warring angels disarray'd . Back from pursuit Thy powers with loud acclaim Thee only extoll'd , Son of Thy Father's might , To execute fierce vengeance on His foes ; Not so on man : him , through their ...
Strana 38
... o'er the ' accustom'd oak . Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chantress , oft , the woods among , I woo , to hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry ...
... o'er the ' accustom'd oak . Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chantress , oft , the woods among , I woo , to hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry ...
Strana 40
... best : His state Is kingly ; thousands at His bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " ON THE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT . AVENGE , O Lord 40 GEMS OF ENGLISH POETRY .
... best : His state Is kingly ; thousands at His bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " ON THE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT . AVENGE , O Lord 40 GEMS OF ENGLISH POETRY .
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Gems of English poetry from Chaucer to the present times, selected and ... Mary Anne Marzials Úplné zobrazenie - 1867 |
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angel-light angels beams beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom Born bosom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud COVENTRY PATMORE crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst Died divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes face fair Father fear flame flowers friends glory grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy hope hour John Anderson King land LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL light live lonely look'd Lord lyre MARGUERITE OF FRANCE mighty morn murmur ne'er never night o'er pale praise pride rest RICHARD CRASHAW rise rose round seem'd shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS HOOD Thou art thou hast thought throne thy disease Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild winds wings
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Strana 110 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Strana 151 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strana 30 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 178 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Strana 37 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Strana 142 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain lias bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 35 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Strana 10 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 242 - Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Strana 165 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...