Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. ValentineLaura Valentine 1880 |
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Strona 10
... father of the Spring , [ king , Who in the verdant meads doth reign sole Who , sheltered here , shrunk from the wintry day , And careless slept the stormy hours away , Hath roused himself , and shook his feathers wet With purple ...
... father of the Spring , [ king , Who in the verdant meads doth reign sole Who , sheltered here , shrunk from the wintry day , And careless slept the stormy hours away , Hath roused himself , and shook his feathers wet With purple ...
Strona 30
... father cried , " ' Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook , [ spread . And soon from guest to guest the panic ' Twas but that instant she had left Fran- [ still , cesco , Laughing and ...
... father cried , " ' Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook , [ spread . And soon from guest to guest the panic ' Twas but that instant she had left Fran- [ still , cesco , Laughing and ...
Strona 57
... father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : [ fighting , fell . He rushed into the field , and , foremost Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , [ distress , And gathering tears , and tremblings ...
... father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : [ fighting , fell . He rushed into the field , and , foremost Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , [ distress , And gathering tears , and tremblings ...
Strona 63
... father's name , Look up , look up , my son ! [ mien ; " Well might I know death's hue and But on thine aspect , boy , What , till this moment , have I seen Save pride and tameless joy ? Swiftest thou wert to battle , And bravest there ...
... father's name , Look up , look up , my son ! [ mien ; " Well might I know death's hue and But on thine aspect , boy , What , till this moment , have I seen Save pride and tameless joy ? Swiftest thou wert to battle , And bravest there ...
Strona 66
... father , took of them no thought , He loved the wars so well . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The solitude of Binnorie ! Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And from the shores of Erin , Across the wave , a rover brave To ...
... father , took of them no thought , He loved the wars so well . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The solitude of Binnorie ! Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And from the shores of Erin , Across the wave , a rover brave To ...
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Adah art thou beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird blessed blood bosom breast breath bright captain's gig cheer child Clitus clouds Cunigunda dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes face fair father fear flowers frae gentle glory grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour Inchcape Rock JOHN MILTON King kiss Lady leaves light Lioni live Locrine look lord Lycidas moon morn mortal mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er pale Panthea PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round SEMICHORUS shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Terentia thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Twas unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 51 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Strona 206 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Strona 245 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strona 50 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Strona 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Strona 263 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Strona 208 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Strona 208 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strona 187 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Strona 207 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...