Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... wave that swells ; And , flaming o'er the midnight deep , In lurid fringes thrown , The living gems of ocean sweep Along her flashing zone . With clashing wheel , and lifting keel , And smoking INTRODUCTORY . 5 THE STEAMSHIP.
... wave that swells ; And , flaming o'er the midnight deep , In lurid fringes thrown , The living gems of ocean sweep Along her flashing zone . With clashing wheel , and lifting keel , And smoking INTRODUCTORY . 5 THE STEAMSHIP.
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... living fire ; Sleep on , and when the morning light - Streams o'er the shining bay , O , think of those for whom the night Shall never wake in day ! Oliver Wendell Holmes . 0 THE ATLANTIC CABLE . LONELY bay of Trinity , O dreary shores ...
... living fire ; Sleep on , and when the morning light - Streams o'er the shining bay , O , think of those for whom the night Shall never wake in day ! Oliver Wendell Holmes . 0 THE ATLANTIC CABLE . LONELY bay of Trinity , O dreary shores ...
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... living dully sluggardized at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness . William Shakespeare . R THE TRAVELLER . EMOTE , unfriended , melancholy , slow , Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward , where the rude ...
... living dully sluggardized at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness . William Shakespeare . R THE TRAVELLER . EMOTE , unfriended , melancholy , slow , Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward , where the rude ...
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... living stone , And each huge trunk that , from the side , Reclines him o'er the darksome tide , Where Tees , full many a fathom low , Wears with his rage no common foe ; For pebbly bank , nor sand - bed here , Nor clay - mound , checks ...
... living stone , And each huge trunk that , from the side , Reclines him o'er the darksome tide , Where Tees , full many a fathom low , Wears with his rage no common foe ; For pebbly bank , nor sand - bed here , Nor clay - mound , checks ...
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... ! " The ghastly caitiff said ; " Better that living hands should hold , Than glisten on the dead . " The evil wish wrought evil deed , The pall is rent away : And lo ! beneath the shattered lid , The Flower BENALLAY . 55.
... ! " The ghastly caitiff said ; " Better that living hands should hold , Than glisten on the dead . " The evil wish wrought evil deed , The pall is rent away : And lo ! beneath the shattered lid , The Flower BENALLAY . 55.
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Términos y frases comunes
ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa Avon banks beauty behold bells Benallay beneath bower breath bright Brignall brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Charlotte Smith clouds crune Cumnor dark dead dear deep delight distant doth dream Dupath earth Edenhall fair on Carlisle flow flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmuring night o'er once pensive praise pride proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round rude sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wandering waters wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth winding woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 237 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Página 229 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Página 221 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 9 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Página 228 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Página 204 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 121 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Página 116 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Página 239 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Página 239 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.