The Heart of Oak Books, Volumen5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... Lord Tennyson 80 82 88 Robert Browning Sir Walter Raleigh Alfred , Lord Tennyson 100 Sir Walter Scott 106 Sir Walter Scott 107 The Despairing Lover . ... William Walsh 108 A Dirge , Fear no more the Heat o ' the Sun ... William ...
... Lord Tennyson 80 82 88 Robert Browning Sir Walter Raleigh Alfred , Lord Tennyson 100 Sir Walter Scott 106 Sir Walter Scott 107 The Despairing Lover . ... William Walsh 108 A Dirge , Fear no more the Heat o ' the Sun ... William ...
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... Lord Byron 223 John Keats William Wordsworth 224 226 William Wordsworth 227 Samuel Taylor Coleridge 228 Robert Burns 228 The Jewish Cemetery at Newport . Henry She dwelt among the Untrodden Ways .... Three Years she grew . On his ...
... Lord Byron 223 John Keats William Wordsworth 224 226 William Wordsworth 227 Samuel Taylor Coleridge 228 Robert Burns 228 The Jewish Cemetery at Newport . Henry She dwelt among the Untrodden Ways .... Three Years she grew . On his ...
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... 332 .James Russell Lowell 332 Matthew Arnold 333 .John Milton 338 Ben Jonson 339 Ben Jonson 340 James Russell Lowell 340 Alfred , Lord Tennyson 341 Ben Jonson 342 343 355 THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . FIFTH BOOK . ELEGY TABLE OF CONTENTS . xiii.
... 332 .James Russell Lowell 332 Matthew Arnold 333 .John Milton 338 Ben Jonson 339 Ben Jonson 340 James Russell Lowell 340 Alfred , Lord Tennyson 341 Ben Jonson 342 343 355 THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . FIFTH BOOK . ELEGY TABLE OF CONTENTS . xiii.
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... Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet hath all . OF TRAVEL . Lord Bacon . TRAVEL , in the 6 THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE . The Character of a Happy Life Sir Henry Wotton.
... Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet hath all . OF TRAVEL . Lord Bacon . TRAVEL , in the 6 THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE . The Character of a Happy Life Sir Henry Wotton.
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... fencing , training of soldiers , and the like ; comedies , such whereunto the better sort of persons do resort ; treasuries of jewels and robes ; cabinets and rarities ; and , THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 7 Of Travel Lord Bacon.
... fencing , training of soldiers , and the like ; comedies , such whereunto the better sort of persons do resort ; treasuries of jewels and robes ; cabinets and rarities ; and , THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 7 Of Travel Lord Bacon.
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Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale ancient Mariner ANNABEL LEE Argalus Barbara Allen beauty Ben Jonson birds boys bright Brignall Brom called cents Christ's Hospital Clitophon cloud dead dear death Demagoras door doth drum English eyes fair fame fear fight flowers give green hand hath head hear heard heart HEART OF OAK heaven Helots honor hundred Ichabod Ichabod Crane James Russell Lowell Kalander king lady land light live look Lord master mind mother mountain never night noble o'er Palladius Parthenia poor Queen rest Revenge Rip Van Winkle round sail ship side sing Sir Richard sleep Sleepy Hollow song soul sound spirit stood story strange sweet tell thee thet things thou thought took trees Twas unto village voice wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woman woods young
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Página 226 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Página 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Página 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Página 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.