The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... wave Of woods and corn - fields , and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals , and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees , in circular array , so fix'd , -- Not by the ...
... wave Of woods and corn - fields , and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals , and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees , in circular array , so fix'd , -- Not by the ...
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... he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ! There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me ; but he was A 18 BYRON . THE STRANDED SHIP.
... he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ! There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me ; but he was A 18 BYRON . THE STRANDED SHIP.
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Samuel Carter Hall. Crowded like waves upon me ; but he was A part of all , and in the last he lay Reposing from the noontide sultriness , Couch'd among fallen columns , in the shade Of ruin'd walls that had survived the names Of those ...
Samuel Carter Hall. Crowded like waves upon me ; but he was A part of all , and in the last he lay Reposing from the noontide sultriness , Couch'd among fallen columns , in the shade Of ruin'd walls that had survived the names Of those ...
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... ; -they met , they fought A desperate fight ! -good tidings of great joy ! Old England triumph'd ! —yet another day Of glory for the ruler of the waves ! For those who fell , ' twas in their country's SOUTHEY . 27 The Victory.
... ; -they met , they fought A desperate fight ! -good tidings of great joy ! Old England triumph'd ! —yet another day Of glory for the ruler of the waves ! For those who fell , ' twas in their country's SOUTHEY . 27 The Victory.
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... waves , The madden'd waves , and know no succour near ; The howling of the storm alone to hear , And the wild sea that to the tempest raves : To gaze amid the horrors of the night , And only see the billows ' gleaming light ; And in the ...
... waves , The madden'd waves , and know no succour near ; The howling of the storm alone to hear , And the wild sea that to the tempest raves : To gaze amid the horrors of the night , And only see the billows ' gleaming light ; And in the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bloom born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold dark dear death deep delight dewy dream earth Ebenezer Elliott fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope John Clare lady Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid maiden Mary Lee merry heart mind mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetical poetry rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings woes writings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 47 - 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.
Página 8 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Página 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 11 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Página 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Página 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 8 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...