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 |
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... clear , Speaking dear things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade Of some deep - wailing ruined maid— Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell of woe and fortune's frown ; And bid us cast the eye of hope , Beyond this ...
... clear , Speaking dear things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade Of some deep - wailing ruined maid— Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell of woe and fortune's frown ; And bid us cast the eye of hope , Beyond this ...
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... clear , The waves are dancing fast and bright ; Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might ; The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight , The winds ...
... clear , The waves are dancing fast and bright ; Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might ; The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight , The winds ...
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... clear , As if its hues were of the passing year , Dawns this time - buried pavement . From that mound Hoards may come forth of Trajans , Maximins , Shrunk into coins with all their warlike toil : Or a fierce impress issue with its foil ...
... clear , As if its hues were of the passing year , Dawns this time - buried pavement . From that mound Hoards may come forth of Trajans , Maximins , Shrunk into coins with all their warlike toil : Or a fierce impress issue with its foil ...
Strona 98
... clear , The shadows mourn and flit below ; It cries- " Thou Lord of Hades , hear , And let Demeter's daughter go . The tender corn upon the lea Droops in her goddess gloom , when she Cries for her lost Persephone , " From land to land ...
... clear , The shadows mourn and flit below ; It cries- " Thou Lord of Hades , hear , And let Demeter's daughter go . The tender corn upon the lea Droops in her goddess gloom , when she Cries for her lost Persephone , " From land to land ...
Strona 135
... delight : Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . 136 TO A SKYLARK . All the earth and air TO A SKYLARK . 135.
... delight : Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . 136 TO A SKYLARK . All the earth and air TO A SKYLARK . 135.
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A Poetry-Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs and Sonnets, Odes and ... Amelia Blanford Edwards Podgląd niedostępny - 2017 |
A Poetry-Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs and Sonnets, Odes and ... Amelia Blanford Edwards Podgląd niedostępny - 2018 |
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird blow boys come home breast breath bright CLEON clouds cowslips Cusha D. G. Rossetti daffodil dance dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes fair flowers glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Itylus kisses leaves light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Byron loud maiden Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon morn never night o'er OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rolling rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears Tennyson Terpander thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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!
Strona 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.