The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1902 - 570 páginas |
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... of the late Lord Bowen . Messrs . G. Bell & Sons for that of the late Adelaide Procter . If I have forgotten any one , I make my apologies d'avance . CONTENTS PART I INTRODUCTORY NOTES SAMUEL ROGers— The Sasso di PREFACE ix.
... of the late Lord Bowen . Messrs . G. Bell & Sons for that of the late Adelaide Procter . If I have forgotten any one , I make my apologies d'avance . CONTENTS PART I INTRODUCTORY NOTES SAMUEL ROGers— The Sasso di PREFACE ix.
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... MAHONY ( " FATHER PROUT " ) — The Shandon Bells MRS . BROWNING- Sleep From A Vision of Poets III 112 113 115 116 118 119 120 121 122 123 127 · 129 131 MRS . BROWNING ( continued ) — A Musical Instrument CONTENTS xiii.
... MAHONY ( " FATHER PROUT " ) — The Shandon Bells MRS . BROWNING- Sleep From A Vision of Poets III 112 113 115 116 118 119 120 121 122 123 127 · 129 131 MRS . BROWNING ( continued ) — A Musical Instrument CONTENTS xiii.
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... Glorious Things " W. BELL SCOTT- Below the Old House . PAGE 131 · 132 135 137 137 · 145 · 148 150 152 156 • 159 161 163 165 169 170 173 173 174 175 • 178 180 ALFRED DOMETT- The Nativity ROBERT BROWNING- My Last Duchess . xiv CONTENTS.
... Glorious Things " W. BELL SCOTT- Below the Old House . PAGE 131 · 132 135 137 137 · 145 · 148 150 152 156 • 159 161 163 165 169 170 173 173 174 175 • 178 180 ALFRED DOMETT- The Nativity ROBERT BROWNING- My Last Duchess . xiv CONTENTS.
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... bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown , And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down . So stalked he when he turned to flight , on that ...
... bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown , And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down . So stalked he when he turned to flight , on that ...
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... bells rang out all night from Bristol town , And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton- down ; The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night , And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of blood- red light ...
... bells rang out all night from Bristol town , And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton- down ; The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night , And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of blood- red light ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful bells beloved sleep beneath breath bright brow Christ CHRISTINA GEORGina RossettI cloud Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep died dream dust earth earthly Excalibur eyes fair fame FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCIS MAHONY Frederick Faber giveth His beloved gold grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Irish Brigade Iseult JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN John lounged King Arthur land leave light live look Lord moon morning never night o'er pale pass poems poet poetry prayer pure rest risen river river Lee round shadow Shandon shine shore sigh Sir Bedivere smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speaker,-sleep spirit star stood stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tomb towers verse voice wave weary weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 61 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire , Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Página 327 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames ; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims...
Página 48 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Página 147 - Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
Página 62 - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale...
Página 351 - It lies in Heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Around her, lovers, newly met, 'Mid deathless Love's acclaims Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames.
Página 358 - Does the road wind uphill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend.
Página 313 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie 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...
Página 403 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 312 - 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.