A Poetry Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Modern English and American Poets, Dating from the Middle of the Eighteenth Century to the Present TimeB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 334 страници |
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... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very ...
... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very ...
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... bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense - bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills , Enfolding sunny spots of greenery . But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a ...
... bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense - bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills , Enfolding sunny spots of greenery . But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a ...
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... bright may live , All earth can take or heaven can give . Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst , more bright and good Than all who fell , than one who rose , Than many unsubdued : Not gold , not blood , their altar dowers , But ...
... bright may live , All earth can take or heaven can give . Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst , more bright and good Than all who fell , than one who rose , Than many unsubdued : Not gold , not blood , their altar dowers , But ...
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... bright - red wine Flow'd to their names who taught the world to die , And made the land's green turf a living shrine , Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty . 36 THOUGHT , LIFE , AND DEATH . So the 3 * THE BOWL OF LIBERTY . 35 The ...
... bright - red wine Flow'd to their names who taught the world to die , And made the land's green turf a living shrine , Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty . 36 THOUGHT , LIFE , AND DEATH . So the 3 * THE BOWL OF LIBERTY . 35 The ...
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... bright with sunny showers , Proud as a rainbow spanning half the vale , Thou one fair shrub , oh ! shed thy flowers , And stir not in the gale . For thus to see thee nodding in the air , To see thy arch thus stretch and bend , Thus rise ...
... bright with sunny showers , Proud as a rainbow spanning half the vale , Thou one fair shrub , oh ! shed thy flowers , And stir not in the gale . For thus to see thee nodding in the air , To see thy arch thus stretch and bend , Thus rise ...
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Страница 76 - 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...
Страница 140 - 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.
Страница 143 - 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.
Страница 227 - 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...
Страница 218 - THE 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.
Страница 62 - 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.
Страница 140 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Страница 148 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 256 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Страница 66 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.