English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 páginas |
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... blood is on thy spear , How canst thou , barbarous man , then wooe me ? My happy sisters may be , may be proud With cruel and ungentle scoffin ' , May bid me seek on Yarrow's Braes My luver nailed in his coffin . My brother Douglas may ...
... blood is on thy spear , How canst thou , barbarous man , then wooe me ? My happy sisters may be , may be proud With cruel and ungentle scoffin ' , May bid me seek on Yarrow's Braes My luver nailed in his coffin . My brother Douglas may ...
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... blood is on thy spear , How canst thou , barbarous man , then wooe me ? My happy sisters may be , may be proud With cruel and ungentle scoffin ' , May bid me seek on Yarrow's Braes My luver nailed in his coffin . My brother Douglas may ...
... blood is on thy spear , How canst thou , barbarous man , then wooe me ? My happy sisters may be , may be proud With cruel and ungentle scoffin ' , May bid me seek on Yarrow's Braes My luver nailed in his coffin . My brother Douglas may ...
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... blood ; And where this valley winded out , below , 45 The murmuring main was heard , and scarcely heard , to flow . Was nought around but images of rest : Sleep - soothing groves , and quiet lawns 50 between ; And flowery beds that ...
... blood ; And where this valley winded out , below , 45 The murmuring main was heard , and scarcely heard , to flow . Was nought around but images of rest : Sleep - soothing groves , and quiet lawns 50 between ; And flowery beds that ...
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... blood be spilt ? Prophetess . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , 65 A wond'rous boy shall Rinda bear , Who ne'er shall comb his raven - hair , Nor wash his visage in the stream , Nor see the sun's departing ...
... blood be spilt ? Prophetess . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , 65 A wond'rous boy shall Rinda bear , Who ne'er shall comb his raven - hair , Nor wash his visage in the stream , Nor see the sun's departing ...
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... blood ; he stopt the uplifted spear . " Yield , king of 25 swords ! " said Comhal's son ; " I behold thy blood . Thou hast been mighty in battle , and thy fame shall never fade . " " Art thou the king so far renowned ? " replied the car ...
... blood ; he stopt the uplifted spear . " Yield , king of 25 swords ! " said Comhal's son ; " I behold thy blood . Thou hast been mighty in battle , and thy fame shall never fade . " " Art thou the king so far renowned ? " replied the car ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Página 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Página 341 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Página 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Página 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Página 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Página 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a 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.