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Strona 84
... hours were for us ! While we sat together there , How the white vests of the chorus Seem'd to wave up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And the rolling anapæstic Curl'd , like vapour over shrines ...
... hours were for us ! While we sat together there , How the white vests of the chorus Seem'd to wave up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And the rolling anapæstic Curl'd , like vapour over shrines ...
Strona 90
... hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy , in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly , So many voluntaries , and so quick , That there was curiosity and cunning , Concord in discord , lines of differing method ...
... hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy , in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly , So many voluntaries , and so quick , That there was curiosity and cunning , Concord in discord , lines of differing method ...
Strona 92
... hours , And the green hills whereon your fathers play'd ; The grey and ancient peaks , Round which the silent clouds hang day and night , And the low voice of water , as it makes , Like a glad creature , murmurings of delight : These ...
... hours , And the green hills whereon your fathers play'd ; The grey and ancient peaks , Round which the silent clouds hang day and night , And the low voice of water , as it makes , Like a glad creature , murmurings of delight : These ...
Strona 100
... hours . His Day by day , Musing and watching his prey , The silent kingfisher sits on high , Dreaming under the leaves , Where the fitful breezes wander by , And the birch its fragrance gives . Through the trees That almost mingle their ...
... hours . His Day by day , Musing and watching his prey , The silent kingfisher sits on high , Dreaming under the leaves , Where the fitful breezes wander by , And the birch its fragrance gives . Through the trees That almost mingle their ...
Strona 103
... hour , We cannot - no we must not part . Oh ! leave me still the rapid flight That makes the changing seasons gay ; The grateful speed that brings the night , The swift and glad return of day . The months that touch with added grace ...
... hour , We cannot - no we must not part . Oh ! leave me still the rapid flight That makes the changing seasons gay ; The grateful speed that brings the night , The swift and glad return of day . The months that touch with added grace ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty beneath bird bless bloom blue breast breath bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES MACKAY child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop dwell earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT evermore eyes fair flowers gaze gentle GERALD MASSEY gleams glory golden country green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour John Brown kiss land light lips live maiden Mont Blanc moon morning mountain nature's night nought o'er old Saxon pass'd peterel poem poet rill river Lee ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round seem'd shade shadows shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turn'd Twas voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Strona 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Strona 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Strona 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strona 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Strona 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.