The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1902 - 570 páginas |
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... here the Gods implores , There greets an Embassy from Indian shores ; Lo ! he harangues his cohorts - there the storm Of battle meets him in authentic form ! B Unharnessed , naked , troops of Moorish horse Sweep to THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN 17.
... here the Gods implores , There greets an Embassy from Indian shores ; Lo ! he harangues his cohorts - there the storm Of battle meets him in authentic form ! B Unharnessed , naked , troops of Moorish horse Sweep to THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN 17.
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... meet ; And ever and anon the drums and fifes Came like motion's voice , and life's ; Or into the golden grandeurs fell Of deeper instruments mingling well , Burdens of beauty for winds to bear ; And the 28 CAPTAIN SWORD.
... meet ; And ever and anon the drums and fifes Came like motion's voice , and life's ; Or into the golden grandeurs fell Of deeper instruments mingling well , Burdens of beauty for winds to bear ; And the 28 CAPTAIN SWORD.
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... Meet for a hermit's ear . The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry , And scarcely heard so high , The dashing waters when the air is still From many a torrent rill That winds unseen beneath the shaggy fell , Track'd by the blue mist well ...
... Meet for a hermit's ear . The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry , And scarcely heard so high , The dashing waters when the air is still From many a torrent rill That winds unseen beneath the shaggy fell , Track'd by the blue mist well ...
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... Meet for Thy lowly shrine : Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell , Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell . Still , as the day comes round For Thee to be reveal'd , By wakeful shepherds Thou art found ...
... Meet for Thy lowly shrine : Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell , Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell . Still , as the day comes round For Thee to be reveal'd , By wakeful shepherds Thou art found ...
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... meet his view ; The colouring may be of this earth ; The lustre comes of heavenly birth . Even so , who loves the Lord aright , No soul of man can worthless find ; All will be precious in his sight , Since Christ on all hath shin'd ...
... meet his view ; The colouring may be of this earth ; The lustre comes of heavenly birth . Even so , who loves the Lord aright , No soul of man can worthless find ; All will be precious in his sight , Since Christ on all hath shin'd ...
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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.