Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... close of the war , and was retiring from the strife , crowned indeed with victory , but bleeding , breathless , and exhausted , while the terrible account- book which was now opened to her loathing view , persuaded her that military ...
... close of the war , and was retiring from the strife , crowned indeed with victory , but bleeding , breathless , and exhausted , while the terrible account- book which was now opened to her loathing view , persuaded her that military ...
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... close . The present generation of men who have arrived at maturity , are like the entranced audience of a theatre , who have fed upon glorious sounds and magnificent pageants — but the curtain is falling , and they must now hie them ...
... close . The present generation of men who have arrived at maturity , are like the entranced audience of a theatre , who have fed upon glorious sounds and magnificent pageants — but the curtain is falling , and they must now hie them ...
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... close retreats , And round the grass - grown dewy border beats , On either side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to ...
... close retreats , And round the grass - grown dewy border beats , On either side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to ...
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... close of day was found Bathed in his innocent blood . Too well , alas ! The trembling Cosmo guess'd the deed - the doer ; And having caused the body to be borne In secret to that chamber - at an hour When all slept sound , save the ...
... close of day was found Bathed in his innocent blood . Too well , alas ! The trembling Cosmo guess'd the deed - the doer ; And having caused the body to be borne In secret to that chamber - at an hour When all slept sound , save the ...
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... close the dark forgotten gates Of living sepulture , and in the gloom Inhume the slowly - wasting victim.— So He purposed , but in vain : the ardent youth Rescued her - her whom more than life he loved , E'en when the horrid day of ...
... close the dark forgotten gates Of living sepulture , and in the gloom Inhume the slowly - wasting victim.— So He purposed , but in vain : the ardent youth Rescued her - her whom more than life he loved , E'en when the horrid day of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Isle of Palms king labours lady light living lonely look look'd Lord Lord Byron loud lyre maid Martyr of Antioch mind misanthropy morning mountain never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry poor pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought tree trembling turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind young youth
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Página 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Página 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Página 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Página 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.