The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. DavisWilliam Davis (B.A.) 1877 |
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... voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I revisit now with bolder wing , 4 Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detained In that obscure ...
... voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I revisit now with bolder wing , 4 Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detained In that obscure ...
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... Voice ? 1 2 Cuckoo , a bird of passage which builds no nest of its own , but drops its eggs into the nests of other birds , generally those of the hedge - sparrow . 3 Blithe , joyous . 4 Wandering voice . Owing to its extreme shyness ...
... Voice ? 1 2 Cuckoo , a bird of passage which builds no nest of its own , but drops its eggs into the nests of other birds , generally those of the hedge - sparrow . 3 Blithe , joyous . 4 Wandering voice . Owing to its extreme shyness ...
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... voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a ...
... voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a ...
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... voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals : " What ho ! Lord William , rise in haste ! The water saps thy walls ! " He rose in haste ; beneath the walls He saw the flood appear . It hemmed him round . ' Twas midnight now , No human aid ...
... voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals : " What ho ! Lord William , rise in haste ! The water saps thy walls ! " He rose in haste ; beneath the walls He saw the flood appear . It hemmed him round . ' Twas midnight now , No human aid ...
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... voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LORD BYRON . ( 1788-1824 . ) BORN in Holles Street , London , and received his early education at various schools in Aberdeen , whither his mother had retired on separating from her husband ...
... voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LORD BYRON . ( 1788-1824 . ) BORN in Holles Street , London , and received his early education at various schools in Aberdeen , whither his mother had retired on separating from her husband ...
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Страница 27 - So stately his form, and so lovely her 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 matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 38 - 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 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark heaving; boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Страница 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home.
Страница 22 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Страница 41 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Страница 8 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Страница 10 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 42 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Страница 19 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.