Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out ; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out ; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared ...
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... not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on , calm , dignified , and majestic . ] - COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O LET.
... not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on , calm , dignified , and majestic . ] - COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O LET.
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... beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! Yet ...
... beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! Yet ...
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... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shad- * Titles of Swedish popular tales . ows , and refreshing coolness ! How beauti- ful the 162 BALLADS AND ...
... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shad- * Titles of Swedish popular tales . ows , and refreshing coolness ! How beauti- ful the 162 BALLADS AND ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle gleams gold golden grave Gypsy hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
Pasajes populares
Página 239 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 172 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Página 182 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Página 173 - Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
Página 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 181 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Página 176 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter ! Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water!
Página 185 - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass she stove and sank, — Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the...
Página 249 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 24 - Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead. I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul.