Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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Avès aweary barefoot boy beauty behold beneath bird blow breast breath bright brow dark dead death deep doth dream dreary earth eyes fall fear flame flowers gleaming gone gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills John Greenleaf Whittier land leaves light live Locksley Hall lone look Lord Tennyson marsh marshes of Glynn mate moon morn mountain never night o'er once passion Percy Bysshe Shelley rain Ralph Waldo Emerson rest river Robert Browning rocks round sail Samian wine sands Saul shade shadows shine shore sight silence sing sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro toil trees voice Walter Savage Landor wandering waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth winds wings woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 274 - before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. 1867.
Página 11 - Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out
Página 242 - 16 In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! 20 Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Página 9 - Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures:
Página 157 - 4 Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;— I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. 3*
Página 104 - William Wordsworth. THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 10 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail: Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, I0
Página 105 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—
Página 239 - THE WORLD I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.
Página 157 - 6 Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? 2