Poetical gleanings, with notes and biogr. sketches |
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... sweet From birds among the bowers . The schoolboy , wandering through the wood , To pluck the primrose gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest the vocal vale ...
... sweet From birds among the bowers . The schoolboy , wandering through the wood , To pluck the primrose gay , Starts - thy curious voice to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest the vocal vale ...
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... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow ! ' " That , father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely ...
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow ! ' " That , father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis scarcely ...
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... sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . Wordsworth . Your glorious standard launch again , To match another foe.
... sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . Wordsworth . Your glorious standard launch again , To match another foe.
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... sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow ; Rushed to battle , fought , and died— Dying , hurled them at the foe ! ' Ruffians ! pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is ...
... sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow ; Rushed to battle , fought , and died— Dying , hurled them at the foe ! ' Ruffians ! pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is ...
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... Sweet be thy matin1 o'er moorland and lea ! Emblem of happiness ! Blest is thy dwelling - place- Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud ; Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where ...
... Sweet be thy matin1 o'er moorland and lea ! Emblem of happiness ! Blest is thy dwelling - place- Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud ; Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN BATTLE OF MORGARTEN blaze brave breath bright brow burning Charles Mackay cheek Chevy Chase child coming cried dark death deep dream Earl Douglas Eliza Cook Excelsior fair fame father fought gallant gentle gleam glow green groves hand hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre hills homes of England king lady land Lava light Little Jim little longer Lochinvar looked Lord loud Lucy Gray mighty Minstrel moor morning mother native Netherby never say fail night o'er old Arm-chair orphan boy Percy Pilgrim pride proud Rosabelle Roslin Scott Scottish sigh sing SIR JOHN MOORE slain sleep smiled snow SOLDIER song sorrow soul sound spear star Star of Bethlehem stood stormy tempests blow sweet tears thee There's thou art Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind woods Work-work-work Yarrow
Pasajes populares
Página 23 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 72 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 24 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 84 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none...
Página 41 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 57 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Página 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 16 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Página 42 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 61 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.