English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 41P.F. Collier & son, 1910 Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ARTEMIDORA beauty behold beneath birds bless blest bliss bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower braes breast breath bright Brignall busk charms cheerful child Christabel cloud Cockpen County Guy dæmons dead dear death deep delight doth dream Dunblane earth eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle gone grave green hame happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Kilmeny lady land Laodamia lassie light live Lochinvar look look'd Lord loud maid mind moon morning mountains ne'er Netherby never night o'er pain pleasure praise pride Roland de Vaux rose round Samian wine seem'd shade sigh silent Simon rouse sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree Twas Twill voice wave weep Whig wild wind wings woods Yarrow youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 486 - mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there
Página 658 - Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; I listen'd, till I had my fill ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.
Página 680 - thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men: O ! raise us up, return to us
Página 599 - MY HEART LEAPS UP MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man:
Página 597 - have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Which brought us hither; Can
Página 598 - a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 365
Página 688 - to be seen And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. " And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. "And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen
Página 760 - Canobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? BONNY DUNDEE To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke, ' Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
Página 646 - All independent of the leafy Spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine, Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam— True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home. THE
Página 827 - 482 THE ISLES OF GREECE THE isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Délos rose, and Phoebus sprung 1 Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.