An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 páginas |
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... Beneath these fruit - tree boughs that shed Their snow - white blossoms on my head , With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat ! And birds and ...
... Beneath these fruit - tree boughs that shed Their snow - white blossoms on my head , With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat ! And birds and ...
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... beneath Rustled against our slippery limbs entwined : Often mine springing with eluded force Started aside and trembled till replaced : And when I most succeeded , as I thought , My bosom and my throat felt so comprest That life was ...
... beneath Rustled against our slippery limbs entwined : Often mine springing with eluded force Started aside and trembled till replaced : And when I most succeeded , as I thought , My bosom and my throat felt so comprest That life was ...
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... beneath , and in our Na- tional Gallery there is the dome of St. Peter's seen in the distance through overarching boughs . An arid subject this would seem to be , and one very unlikely to find a customer , and no doubt many years had to ...
... beneath , and in our Na- tional Gallery there is the dome of St. Peter's seen in the distance through overarching boughs . An arid subject this would seem to be , and one very unlikely to find a customer , and no doubt many years had to ...
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... beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon - lover ! And from this chasm , with ceaseless turmoil seething , As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing , A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose ...
... beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon - lover ! And from this chasm , with ceaseless turmoil seething , As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing , A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose ...
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... ; And at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore ; - Like spirits that lie In the azure sky When they love but live no more . Percy Bysshe Shelley SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF [ 123 ]
... ; And at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore ; - Like spirits that lie In the azure sky When they love but live no more . Percy Bysshe Shelley SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF [ 123 ]
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anthology aweary beautiful Ben Jonson birds blow blue breath bright Camelot cloud Corot Courbet Cuckoo dance dead delight echoes Echoing Green eyes fair fairy father feet flowers FREEMAN Gold wings golden greasy Joan doth green hair HAMADRYAD hang hark Haunted Palace hear heard hill Joan doth keel keel the pot kiss LA MARE Lady of Shalott lark laugh light linnet live Love good-morrow lulla lullaby maiden Manet MARE married ear merrily merry note mind Mocks married MOORE morality morn Muses never night Norton Wood painter painting Percy Bysshe Shelley picture pipe poem poets and poetesses pure poetry RHAICOS river roses Samuel Taylor Coleridge shepherds Sing willow sings the staring sleep song soul Spring sweet tell thee thou thoughts tree trilogy Tu-who Ulalume verses weep William Blake William Shakespeare wind woods yellow
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Página 102 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 68 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 137 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 77 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Página 61 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 108 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 80 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 102 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 133 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Página 23 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!