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... born , 1843 . POETRY has been to me ' its own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the ...
... born , 1843 . POETRY has been to me ' its own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the ...
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... born , 1843 . POETRY has been to me ' its own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the ...
... born , 1843 . POETRY has been to me ' its own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the ...
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... born in 1807. From 1829 to 1835 he was Professor of Modern Languages at Bowdoin College , Brunswick ; and from 1835 to 1855 he occupied the chair of Modern Languages and Belles - lettres at Harvard University . Mr. Longfellow is the ...
... born in 1807. From 1829 to 1835 he was Professor of Modern Languages at Bowdoin College , Brunswick ; and from 1835 to 1855 he occupied the chair of Modern Languages and Belles - lettres at Harvard University . Mr. Longfellow is the ...
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... born heart slave - like to bind . But if for wrongs we needs revenge must have , Then be our vengeance of the noblest kind ; Do we his body from our fury save , And let our hate prevail against our mind ? What can ' gainst him a greater ...
... born heart slave - like to bind . But if for wrongs we needs revenge must have , Then be our vengeance of the noblest kind ; Do we his body from our fury save , And let our hate prevail against our mind ? What can ' gainst him a greater ...
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... born in 1819. Mr. Lowell is widely known in England as well as in America by his poems , his essays , his humourous productions , and also by his work as an editor . He is the author of The Biglow Papers , Under the Willows , and ...
... born in 1819. Mr. Lowell is widely known in England as well as in America by his poems , his essays , his humourous productions , and also by his work as an editor . He is the author of The Biglow Papers , Under the Willows , and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 169 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Página 48 - 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...
Página 81 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean,...
Página 90 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 8 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 116 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 75 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Página 12 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 13 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Página 90 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.