Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . 9 The rainbow comes and goes , And lovely is the 89 Intimations of Immortality Ode ...
... dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . 9 The rainbow comes and goes , And lovely is the 89 Intimations of Immortality Ode ...
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... dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us , our life's Star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds ...
... dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us , our life's Star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds ...
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... dream of human life , Shaped by himself with newly - learnéd art ; A wedding or a festival , A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart , 77 And unto this he frames his song : Then will 92 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... dream of human life , Shaped by himself with newly - learnéd art ; A wedding or a festival , A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart , 77 And unto this he frames his song : Then will 92 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... said , " though Blasphemy's loud scream 42 With that sweet music of deliverance strove ! Though all the fierce and drunken passions wove A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's dream ! 100 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... said , " though Blasphemy's loud scream 42 With that sweet music of deliverance strove ! Though all the fierce and drunken passions wove A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's dream ! 100 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... dream ! Ye storms , that round the dawning east assembled , The Sun was rising , though ye hid his light ! " And ... dreams ! I hear thy voice , I hear thy loud lament , From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent- ΙΟΙ 63 I hear thy groans ...
... dream ! Ye storms , that round the dawning east assembled , The Sun was rising , though ye hid his light ! " And ... dreams ! I hear thy voice , I hear thy loud lament , From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent- ΙΟΙ 63 I hear thy groans ...
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Abraham Cowley beauty behold Ben Jonson beneath birds bliss brave breast breath bright clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring eternal eyes fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leave light live loud love's lyre mighty moon morn mortal Muse never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson round Samuel Taylor Coleridge shadows silent sing sleep smile soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars sung tears thee theyr thine things Thomas Gray thou art thought throne Timotheus trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor waves wild William Wordsworth winds wings woods youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 129 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 35 - 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 128 - Nightingale MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 122 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 84 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Página 90 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 210 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 180 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 188 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 127 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...