The Revival of English Poetry in the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats and ByronElinor Mead Buckingham Morse Company, 1897 - 257 страници |
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... bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : 10 10 20 1 Wordsworth's ear ...
... bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : 10 10 20 1 Wordsworth's ear ...
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... Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . Though babbling only to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest ...
... Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . Though babbling only to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest ...
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... Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial , fairy place , That is fit home for Thee ! " SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT . ” [ Written at Town - end , Grasmere . The germ of this poem was four lines composed as a part of ...
... Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial , fairy place , That is fit home for Thee ! " SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT . ” [ Written at Town - end , Grasmere . The germ of this poem was four lines composed as a part of ...
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... birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry . Even thus last night , and two nights more , I lay , And could not win thee , Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear to ...
... birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry . Even thus last night , and two nights more , I lay , And could not win thee , Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear to ...
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... 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 . 330 III . Now , while the birds thus sing 3 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 333.
... 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 . 330 III . Now , while the birds thus sing 3 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 333.
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A. C. Swinburne Agnes ancient Mariner beauty behold beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright Busk Byron calm child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dead dear Death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth Edward Dowden eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers gazed Geraldine glory green groan happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN KEATS Keats lady land of mist Leigh Hunt light live look Lord LORD BYRON loud Lyrical Ballads Moon morn mountains nature never night o'er ocean poems poet poetry Porphyro rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow Shelley ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood streams sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought twas voice waves weary Wedding-Guest wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow
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Страница 5 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Страница 240 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Страница 37 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Страница 175 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Страница 125 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Страница 4 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Страница 81 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Страница 34 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Страница 62 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Страница 37 - Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...