British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, Swinburne, Ed., with Reference Lists and Notes, by Curtis Hidden Page ....B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1904 - 923 strán (strany) |
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... living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony , and the deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless ...
... living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony , and the deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless ...
Strana 15
... living man ; Then may'st thou think upon the dead . A Lawyer art thou ? -draw not nigh ! Go , carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye , The hardness of that sallow face . Art thou a Man of purple cheer ? A rosy ...
... living man ; Then may'st thou think upon the dead . A Lawyer art thou ? -draw not nigh ! Go , carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye , The hardness of that sallow face . Art thou a Man of purple cheer ? A rosy ...
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... living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . 1799. 1800 . MICHAEL A PASTORAL POEM Written ...
... living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . 1799. 1800 . MICHAEL A PASTORAL POEM Written ...
Strana 21
... Living a life of eager industry . And now , when Luke had reached his eighteenth year , There by the light of this old lamp they sate . Father and Son , while far into the night The Housewife plied her own peculiar work , Making the ...
... Living a life of eager industry . And now , when Luke had reached his eighteenth year , There by the light of this old lamp they sate . Father and Son , while far into the night The Housewife plied her own peculiar work , Making the ...
Strana 24
... living ear came sweeter sounds Than when I heard thee by our own fire- side First uttering , without words , a natural tune : While thou , a feeding babe , didst in thy joy Sing at thy Mother's breast . lowed month , Month fol- And in ...
... living ear came sweeter sounds Than when I heard thee by our own fire- side First uttering , without words , a natural tune : While thou , a feeding babe , didst in thy joy Sing at thy Mother's breast . lowed month , Month fol- And in ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flowers gaze golden grave green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love's Marmion Meleager Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night Nineveh o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Semichorus shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro voice waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
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Strana 547 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Strana 41 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy...
Strana 40 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go. That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 481 - A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and...
Strana 41 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind,-?— Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Strana 368 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Strana 337 - From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under. And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow...
Strana 339 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy...
Strana 43 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Strana 97 - Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the element! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!