AsiaHoughton, Mifflin, 1878 |
Términos y frases comunes
ancient Arvalan Behold BENDEMEER beneath bloom bowers BRAHMA breath bright calm Cambus Confucius Dæmon dark death deep desert dome dread dream earth eyes fair fear fierce float flowers Ganges gaze glory glow Golconda gold golden green groves hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills INDIA John Greenleaf Whittier Khan king KONAMI land Letitia Elizabeth Landon light lofty look Lord Luis de Camoens maid maiden mighty moon morning mountain murmur Nicholas Michell night noble Khan o'er palm passed Persian prayer proud Raldivvir Richard Henry Stoddard river floweth Robert Southey rock rose round sacred sage shade shine Shiraz shore shout sigh silver sing skies slave smile song soul sound stood stream Susa sway sweet sword thee thine Thomas Moore thou throne tomb towers trees unto wandering waters waves wild wind wings yonder
Pasajes populares
Página 221 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 22 - Those are Grecian. ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Página 20 - And weltering in his blood ; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed ; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.
Página 220 - 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.
Página 21 - Now strike the golden lyre again, — A louder yet, and yet a louder strain! Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark! hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge ! Timotheus cries; See the Furies arise!
Página 65 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand ? and what dread feet ? What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp...
Página 64 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain?
Página 40 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Página 17 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Página 83 - But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy prayers ascend for me.