The Poetic Old-world: A Little Book for TouristsH. Holt, 1908 - 513 páginas |
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... beauty's brow . For , though unrivall'd still thy grace , Thou dost not look , as then , too blest , But thus in shadow seem'st a place Where erring man might hope to rest . Might hope to rest , and find in thee A gloom like Eden's , on ...
... beauty's brow . For , though unrivall'd still thy grace , Thou dost not look , as then , too blest , But thus in shadow seem'st a place Where erring man might hope to rest . Might hope to rest , and find in thee A gloom like Eden's , on ...
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... Beauty that bloomed when youth was gone , And strength transmitted from sire to son I found in Leinster the smooth and sleek , From Dublin to Slewmargy's peak , Flourishing pastures , valor , health , Song - loving worthies , commerce ...
... Beauty that bloomed when youth was gone , And strength transmitted from sire to son I found in Leinster the smooth and sleek , From Dublin to Slewmargy's peak , Flourishing pastures , valor , health , Song - loving worthies , commerce ...
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... beauty over Venus gained ; For she , the goddess , had some trivial blot That marred some beauty , which our nymph had not : But this apart , for in a favorite theme Poets and lovers are allowed to dream , Still we believe the lady and ...
... beauty over Venus gained ; For she , the goddess , had some trivial blot That marred some beauty , which our nymph had not : But this apart , for in a favorite theme Poets and lovers are allowed to dream , Still we believe the lady and ...
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... beauty work despite , And youthful bloom will take with him its flight ; But love shall still subsist , and , undecayed , Feel not one change of all that time has made . George Crabbe . Oxford YE E sacred nurseries of blooming youth ...
... beauty work despite , And youthful bloom will take with him its flight ; But love shall still subsist , and , undecayed , Feel not one change of all that time has made . George Crabbe . Oxford YE E sacred nurseries of blooming youth ...
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... beauty , in a word , which is only truth seen from another side ? nearer , perhaps , than all the science of Tübingen . Adorable dreamer , whose heart has been so romantic ! Who hast given thy- self so prodigally , given thyself to ...
... beauty , in a word , which is only truth seen from another side ? nearer , perhaps , than all the science of Tübingen . Adorable dreamer , whose heart has been so romantic ! Who hast given thy- self so prodigally , given thyself to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson beauty bells beneath Bingen blue Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow Bruges calm Camelot Carcassonne castle Church cried dark dead dear deep dream earth eyes fair flowers Francesco Petrarca gazed German's fatherland Gilpin gleam golden grave gray green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Heinrich Heine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills hour Ist's king Lady of Shalott Lake land light live look Lord Lord Byron Matthew Arnold mighty morning mountain never night o'er once pass pines rats Rhine river Robert Southey rocks round Rüdesheim Saint shadow shine shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stone stood stream street sweet tell thee Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou thought thro tout tower town trees Twas Vaucluse voice walls waters waves wild William Wordsworth wind wonder woods youth δὲ ἐν καὶ
Pasajes populares
Página 326 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 246 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 475 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 102 - Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Página 248 - Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página 79 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 54 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, •*- The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 79 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 472 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Página 18 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.