The English Poets: Appendix to V.4: Browning, Matthew Arnold, TennysonMacmillan, 1894 - 1 páginas |
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... hear the blessed mutter of the mass , And see God made and eaten all day long , And feel the steady candle - flame , and taste Good strong thick stupefying incense - smoke ! For as I lie here , hours of the dead night , Dying in state ...
... hear the blessed mutter of the mass , And see God made and eaten all day long , And feel the steady candle - flame , and taste Good strong thick stupefying incense - smoke ! For as I lie here , hours of the dead night , Dying in state ...
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... hear her faint tongue Joining in while it could to the witness , " Let one more attest , I have lived , seen God's hand thro ' a lifetime , and all was for best " ? Then they sung thro ' their tears in strong triumph , not much , but ...
... hear her faint tongue Joining in while it could to the witness , " Let one more attest , I have lived , seen God's hand thro ' a lifetime , and all was for best " ? Then they sung thro ' their tears in strong triumph , not much , but ...
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... hear , at least ! There , the whole day long , one's life is a perfect feast ; While up at a villa one lives , I maintain it , no more than a beast . III . Well now , look at our villa ! stuck like the horn of a bull Just on a mountain ...
... hear , at least ! There , the whole day long , one's life is a perfect feast ; While up at a villa one lives , I maintain it , no more than a beast . III . Well now , look at our villa ! stuck like the horn of a bull Just on a mountain ...
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... hear the winds howling , Will hear the waves roar . We shall see , while above us The waves roar and whirl , A ceiling of amber , A pavement of pearl . Singing Here came a mortal , But faithless was she 724 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... hear the winds howling , Will hear the waves roar . We shall see , while above us The waves roar and whirl , A ceiling of amber , A pavement of pearl . Singing Here came a mortal , But faithless was she 724 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back , and fling , At their return , up the high strand , Begin , and cease , and then again begin , With tremulous cadence slow , and bring The eternal note of sadness in ...
... hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back , and fling , At their return , up the high strand , Begin , and cease , and then again begin , With tremulous cadence slow , and bring The eternal note of sadness in ...
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Aral Sea Arnold beän beauty blank verse blood blow break breath Browning Browning's Camelot charm Chorasmian Circe dark dead dear death deep divine dramatic dream dying earth Eleänore English Excalibur eyes fight flow folds thy grave friends galloped gazed gloom glory Goethe golden gone Greek green that folds Guinevere hand hast hath head heard heart heaven Helmund hills honour human Iacchus Idylls King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light live lonely look'd Lucretius lyric MATTHEW ARNOLD moon never night o'er once Oxus peace poem poet poetry prose round Rustum sand Seistan shadows shine shore sing Sir Bedivere smiling Sohrab song Sophocles Sordello soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thought thro Thyrsis Tiresias Ulysses verse voice waves wild wind youth
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Página 781 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Página 794 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 692 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 738 - The freshness of the early world. Ah ! since dark days still bring to light Man's prudence and man's fiery might, Time may restore us in his course Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force ; But where will Europe's latter hour Again find Wordsworth's healing power ? Others will teach us how to dare, And against fear our breast to steel ; Others will strengthen us to bear — But who, ah ! who, will make us feel ? The cloud of mortal destiny, Others will front it fearlessly — But who, like him, will...
Página 691 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 683 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 764 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Página 778 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Página 780 - Thro' 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 honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 761 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.