The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 páginas |
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... hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the hoar profound ! In truth , he was a strange and wayward wight , Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene . In darkness and in storm he found ...
... hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the hoar profound ! In truth , he was a strange and wayward wight , Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene . In darkness and in storm he found ...
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... hears , Feels her bright eye suffus'd with kindred tears . The guardian POWER survey'd her lovely grief , And spoke in gentle terms of mild relief : " For this soft tribe they heaviest fear dismiss , And know their pains are transient ...
... hears , Feels her bright eye suffus'd with kindred tears . The guardian POWER survey'd her lovely grief , And spoke in gentle terms of mild relief : " For this soft tribe they heaviest fear dismiss , And know their pains are transient ...
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... hear Whether on clouds that bring the rain , You sail'd above the western main , The wind your charioteer . In Afric , does the sultry gale , Through spicy bower , and palmy grove , Bear the repeated Cuckoo's tale ? Dwells there a time ...
... hear Whether on clouds that bring the rain , You sail'd above the western main , The wind your charioteer . In Afric , does the sultry gale , Through spicy bower , and palmy grove , Bear the repeated Cuckoo's tale ? Dwells there a time ...
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... hear we not those sounds ? Do lights appear ? I see them not ! the storm alone I hear : And lo ! the sailors homeward take their way ; Man must endure -- let us submit and pray . A GOOD VILLAGER . NEXT to these ladies , but. 61 19 CRABBE ...
... hear we not those sounds ? Do lights appear ? I see them not ! the storm alone I hear : And lo ! the sailors homeward take their way ; Man must endure -- let us submit and pray . A GOOD VILLAGER . NEXT to these ladies , but. 61 19 CRABBE ...
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... hear , Mingling with Evening's dying gale , Hail , with this sadly - pleasing tear ! Oh , at this still , this lonely hour , Thine own sweet hour of closing day , Awake thy lute , whose charmful power Shall call up Fancy to obey ; TO ...
... hear , Mingling with Evening's dying gale , Hail , with this sadly - pleasing tear ! Oh , at this still , this lonely hour , Thine own sweet hour of closing day , Awake thy lute , whose charmful power Shall call up Fancy to obey ; TO ...
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Términos y frases comunes
BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Página 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Página 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Página 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Página 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Página 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.