Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley Riverside Press, 1906 - 202 páginas |
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... by this distant northern sea . The sea of faith Was once , too , at the full , and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd . But now I only hear Its melancholy , long withdrawing [ 2 ] MATTHEW ARNOLD ...
... by this distant northern sea . The sea of faith Was once , too , at the full , and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd . But now I only hear Its melancholy , long withdrawing [ 2 ] MATTHEW ARNOLD ...
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... , Than , pausing to throw backward a last view O'er the safe road , ' t was gone ; gray plain all round : Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound . I might go on ; nought else remained to do . X So , on I went . I think I [ 14 ]
... , Than , pausing to throw backward a last view O'er the safe road , ' t was gone ; gray plain all round : Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound . I might go on ; nought else remained to do . X So , on I went . I think I [ 14 ]
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... round to mountains with such name to grace Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view . How thus they had surprised me , solve it , you ! How to get from them was no clearer case . XXIX Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick Of ...
... round to mountains with such name to grace Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view . How thus they had surprised me , solve it , you ! How to get from them was no clearer case . XXIX Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick Of ...
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... round squat turret , blind as the fool's heart , Built of brown stone , without a counterpart In the whole world . The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on , only when the timbers start . XXXII ...
... round squat turret , blind as the fool's heart , Built of brown stone , without a counterpart In the whole world . The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on , only when the timbers start . XXXII ...
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... round , the chariots traced As they raced , And the monarch and his minions and his dames Viewed the games . - And I know while thus the quiet - colored eve Smiles to leave To their folding , all our many - tinkling fleece In such peace ...
... round , the chariots traced As they raced , And the monarch and his minions and his dames Viewed the games . - And I know while thus the quiet - colored eve Smiles to leave To their folding , all our many - tinkling fleece In such peace ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AEDH Arthur Symons AUSTIN DOBSON BABETTE beauty beneath bird blossom blow blue Blynken breast breath burning CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cloud cold crying Cynara dance dark Dark Tower dead Dean Miller death deep desert dreams earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers gods gold gray green hair hand Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven immortal kiss KUBLA KHAN land laugh leaves light lips Little Boy Blue live love thee love's lute moon murmur never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS pain passion Poems PROSERPINE rhyme rills rocks rose round sang shadow shine sighing silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars strode on austere sweet tears THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thou hast toy dog turn VIEUXBOIS voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings Wynken
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Página 128 - 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; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Página 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Página 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Página 122 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 136 - 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 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Página 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.