A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - 334 страници |
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... Bells The High Tide . The Sands of Dee Three Fishers The Storm . Longing for Home Death Airly Beacon The Merry lark Lament A Lament Alone The Lost Horizon Associations Leaving the Old Home I remember The Light of other Days The ...
... Bells The High Tide . The Sands of Dee Three Fishers The Storm . Longing for Home Death Airly Beacon The Merry lark Lament A Lament Alone The Lost Horizon Associations Leaving the Old Home I remember The Light of other Days The ...
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... bell , While in the castle's mouldering tower The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence brooding in the air . Then , hermit , let us turn our feet To the lone Abbey's still retreat , Embowered in the ...
... bell , While in the castle's mouldering tower The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence brooding in the air . Then , hermit , let us turn our feet To the lone Abbey's still retreat , Embowered in the ...
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... bells of thyme , The birds on the myrtle bushes , The cicale above in the lime , And the lizards below in the grass , Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was , Listening to my sweet pipings . Liquid Peneus was flowing , And all dark Tempe ...
... bells of thyme , The birds on the myrtle bushes , The cicale above in the lime , And the lizards below in the grass , Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was , Listening to my sweet pipings . Liquid Peneus was flowing , And all dark Tempe ...
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... bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do , deceiving elf . Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows , over the still stream , Up the hill ...
... bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do , deceiving elf . Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows , over the still stream , Up the hill ...
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... space ; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace : And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . 180 THE ARMADA . Look how the Lion of the I2 *
... space ; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace : And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . 180 THE ARMADA . Look how the Lion of the I2 *
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Страница 139 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Страница 78 - 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 231 - 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 124 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Страница 145 - 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 142 - 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 222 - 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 142 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Страница 124 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Страница 64 - 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.