Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Том 2 |
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... stand in this western land , And God do no more to me If there ring not out from this realm about , Tibi gloria , Domine . ” A cloud is on them , - the vision is changed , And voices of melody , And a ring of harps , like twinkles ...
... stand in this western land , And God do no more to me If there ring not out from this realm about , Tibi gloria , Domine . ” A cloud is on them , - the vision is changed , And voices of melody , And a ring of harps , like twinkles ...
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... stand ; The incense - fumes the temple fill From blesséd children's hand . Slow past the king that seaward brow , Whence turning he might see , Streaming upon Saint Michael's Tor , The pagan blazonry ; Then a pealing shout and a silence ...
... stand ; The incense - fumes the temple fill From blesséd children's hand . Slow past the king that seaward brow , Whence turning he might see , Streaming upon Saint Michael's Tor , The pagan blazonry ; Then a pealing shout and a silence ...
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... stand blest past power of uttering ; But for that on thy cowslip - sprinkled sod Alit of old the olive - bearing bird , Meek messenger of purchased peace with God ; And the first hymns that Britain ever heard Arose , the low preluding ...
... stand blest past power of uttering ; But for that on thy cowslip - sprinkled sod Alit of old the olive - bearing bird , Meek messenger of purchased peace with God ; And the first hymns that Britain ever heard Arose , the low preluding ...
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... stand where stood ( God grant they stand for aye ! ) Saint Joseph's church of woven wood On England's baptism day . The grave they found ; their swift strokes fell , Piercing dull earth and stone . They reached erelong an oaken cell ...
... stand where stood ( God grant they stand for aye ! ) Saint Joseph's church of woven wood On England's baptism day . The grave they found ; their swift strokes fell , Piercing dull earth and stone . They reached erelong an oaken cell ...
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... stand , Her head upon her shrivelled hand . ” Did fancy give this legend birth , - The grandame's tale for winter hearth ? Or some dead bard , by Nectan's stream , People these banks with such a dream ? We know not ; but it suits the ...
... stand , Her head upon her shrivelled hand . ” Did fancy give this legend birth , - The grandame's tale for winter hearth ? Or some dead bard , by Nectan's stream , People these banks with such a dream ? We know not ; but it suits the ...
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ABBEY ancient ancient band arch bells beneath blest breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gaze gleam glory GRASMERE grave gray green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST King LEISTON ABBEY light little vulgar Boy London lonely look Lord Lord Byron mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourn ne'er NETLEY ABBEY never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise pride rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round saints scene shade shine sight silent sleep smile solemn song soul sound stone stood stream street sweet thee thine things Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth winds woods
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Страница 139 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Страница 194 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inyeterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ; a pillared shade.
Страница 61 - Took it in snuff - and still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Страница 155 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Страница 185 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Страница 188 - We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With 'One and all!' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! "Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why!