Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumen11853 |
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... the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay : Brilliant hopes all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting gaily 10 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay : Brilliant hopes all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting gaily 10 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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... soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its soundless dance , Which at the bottom , like a fairy's page , As merry and no taller , dances still , Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount . Here twilight is and ...
... soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its soundless dance , Which at the bottom , like a fairy's page , As merry and no taller , dances still , Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount . Here twilight is and ...
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... soft pipes , play on- Not to the sensual ear , but , more endear'd , Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fond youth , beneath the trees thou canst not leave 20 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . The Mill-stream MARY HOWITT The Three Sons T MOULTRIE ...
... soft pipes , play on- Not to the sensual ear , but , more endear'd , Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fond youth , beneath the trees thou canst not leave 20 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . The Mill-stream MARY HOWITT The Three Sons T MOULTRIE ...
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... soft lamp sheds A faint and starry radiance through the gloom And the sweet stillness , down on bright young heads , With all their clustering locks , untouch'd by care , And bow'd , as flowers are bow'd at night , in prayer . Gaze on ...
... soft lamp sheds A faint and starry radiance through the gloom And the sweet stillness , down on bright young heads , With all their clustering locks , untouch'd by care , And bow'd , as flowers are bow'd at night , in prayer . Gaze on ...
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... soft , so clear , The list'ner held his breath to hear . A chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betray'd . And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxurious ringlets ...
... soft , so clear , The list'ner held his breath to hear . A chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betray'd . And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxurious ringlets ...
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Beautiful Poetry, Selected by the Ed. of the Critic Beautiful Poetry Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Beautiful Poetry, Selected by the Ed. of the Critic Beautiful Poetry Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Beautiful Poetry, Selected by the Ed. of the Critic Beautiful Poetry Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
Advertisements Advowsons BARRY CORNWALL BEAUTIFUL POETRY beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine blue bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek child CHRISTINA G clouds cold dark dead death deep doth dream earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT Ecclesiastical English language Essex-street eyes fair flowers French Literature gaze gentle golden grave green hast hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hill hour JOHN CROCKFORD land light lips live lonely look look'd moon morn mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er P. J. BAILEY pale pass'd poem poet postage stamps prayer price 3d rose round Samian wine seem'd shade shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stamped stars Strand stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts trees vex'd voice wake waves weep wild wind wings woods young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 76 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Página 190 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 367 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Página 5 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 4 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 364 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Página 240 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
Página 53 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 297 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.