A poetry-book of modern poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... Faces The Letters of my Youth One Year Ago A Lost Love . Song . Deserted The Hollow Oak Dirge A Lament The Bridge of Sighs After Death After Death Ode on Intimations of Immortality The Poet's Invocation Hymn to the Earth To the Daisy A ...
... Faces The Letters of my Youth One Year Ago A Lost Love . Song . Deserted The Hollow Oak Dirge A Lament The Bridge of Sighs After Death After Death Ode on Intimations of Immortality The Poet's Invocation Hymn to the Earth To the Daisy A ...
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... face . " And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell . " Thus Nature spake . - The work was done ...
... face . " And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell . " Thus Nature spake . - The work was done ...
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... face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? -Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of ...
... face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? -Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of ...
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... face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such happiness as I have known to - day . W. Wordsworth . STANZAS . 43 353 STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES W Wordsworth.
... face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such happiness as I have known to - day . W. Wordsworth . STANZAS . 43 353 STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES W Wordsworth.
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... face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret , and her father did fume , And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whispered , " Twere better by far To have ...
... face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret , and her father did fume , And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whispered , " Twere better by far To have ...
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A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF IVRY BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird boat boys come home breast breath bright Charlemagne CLEON clouds coronach Cusha D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes Faintlier fair flowers foam gleam glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven ITYLUS kisses leaves light LINCOLNSHIRE Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton loud March month Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon nest never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine sand shade sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars STORM summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waters waves weary weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
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Страница 75 - 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 133 - 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 109 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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 130 - 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 219 - 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 62 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory. And everybody praised the Duke who this great fight did win." "But what good came of it at last?" quoth little Peterkin. "Why that I...
Страница 114 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Страница 130 - 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 36 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!
Страница 129 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...