British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, Swinburne, Ed., with Reference Lists and Notes, by Curtis Hidden Page ....B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1904 - 923 páginas |
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... FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSI- TIVE . THE UNREMITTING VOICE OF NIGHTLY STREAMS . SONNET : TO AN OCTOGENARIAN BREA BAAAAA8 J 5 555 5 2 % 88 TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 99 SONG , FROM ZAPOLYA ......... . 101 YOUTH AND AGE ...... 101 WORK ...
... FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSI- TIVE . THE UNREMITTING VOICE OF NIGHTLY STREAMS . SONNET : TO AN OCTOGENARIAN BREA BAAAAA8 J 5 555 5 2 % 88 TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 99 SONG , FROM ZAPOLYA ......... . 101 YOUTH AND AGE ...... 101 WORK ...
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... fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all , " she said And wondering looked at me . " And where are they ? I pray you tell . " She answered ...
... fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all , " she said And wondering looked at me . " And where are they ? I pray you tell . " She answered ...
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... fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth , like a garment , wear The beauty of the morning ; silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres and tem- ples lie Open unto ...
... fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth , like a garment , wear The beauty of the morning ; silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres and tem- ples lie Open unto ...
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... fair To fond imagination , Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That region left , the ...
... fair To fond imagination , Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That region left , the ...
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... FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSITIVE So fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive . Would that the little Flowers were born to live . Conscious of half the pleasure which they give : That to this mountain - daisy's self were known The ...
... FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSITIVE So fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive . Would that the little Flowers were born to live . Conscious of half the pleasure which they give : That to this mountain - daisy's self were known The ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flowers gaze golden grave green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love's Marmion Meleager Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night Nineveh o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Semichorus shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro voice waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 547 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 41 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy...
Página 40 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go. That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 481 - A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and...
Página 41 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind,-?— Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Página 368 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Página 337 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow...
Página 339 - 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...
Página 43 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Página 97 - Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the element! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!