Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. ValentineLaura Valentine 1880 |
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... rest the pain , If such there were - with you , the moral of his strain . : 0 : - THOMAS MOORE . 1779-1852 . NIGHT OVER THE PERSIAN GULF . " ' TIS moonlight over Oman's Sea ; Her banks of pearl and palmy isles Bask in the night - beam ...
... rest the pain , If such there were - with you , the moral of his strain . : 0 : - THOMAS MOORE . 1779-1852 . NIGHT OVER THE PERSIAN GULF . " ' TIS moonlight over Oman's Sea ; Her banks of pearl and palmy isles Bask in the night - beam ...
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... , And from her silent throne looks down , As upon children of her own , On the waves that lend their gentle breast In gladness for her couch of rest . My spirit sleeps amid the calm , The sleep of 66 DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE POETRY .
... , And from her silent throne looks down , As upon children of her own , On the waves that lend their gentle breast In gladness for her couch of rest . My spirit sleeps amid the calm , The sleep of 66 DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE POETRY .
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... rest , As if she sailed on wings ! Now bold as the brightest star that glows , More brightly since at first it rose , Looks down on the far - off flood ; And there all breathless and alone , As the sky where she soars were a world of ...
... rest , As if she sailed on wings ! Now bold as the brightest star that glows , More brightly since at first it rose , Looks down on the far - off flood ; And there all breathless and alone , As the sky where she soars were a world of ...
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... rest ; And yellow leaves , all loose and dry , Played on the branches listlessly ; The sky waxed palely blue ; and high A cloud seemed touched upon the sky- A spot of cloud , -blue , thin , and still ; And silence basked on vale and ...
... rest ; And yellow leaves , all loose and dry , Played on the branches listlessly ; The sky waxed palely blue ; and high A cloud seemed touched upon the sky- A spot of cloud , -blue , thin , and still ; And silence basked on vale and ...
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... rest her ignorance ! RUINS OF ANCIENT ROME . UPSTOOD The hoar unconscious walls , bisson and bare , [ whom Like an ... rests ; from broken niches [ them , -- -each More than Olympus , for the gods dwelt in Below , from senatorial halls ...
... rest her ignorance ! RUINS OF ANCIENT ROME . UPSTOOD The hoar unconscious walls , bisson and bare , [ whom Like an ... rests ; from broken niches [ them , -- -each More than Olympus , for the gods dwelt in Below , from senatorial halls ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adah art thou beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird blessed blood bosom breast breath bright captain's gig cheer child Clitus clouds Cunigunda dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes face fair father fear flowers frae gentle glory grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour Inchcape Rock JOHN MILTON King kiss Lady leaves light Lioni live Locrine look lord Lycidas moon morn mortal mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er pale Panthea PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round SEMICHORUS shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Terentia thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Twas unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 206 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 245 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 50 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 263 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 208 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Página 208 - 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 187 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 207 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...