The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 4,Páginas 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 páginas |
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... dead , And all their music passed away , What Nature wishes should be said She'll find the rightful voice to say ! Her heart is in the shimmering leaf , The drifting cloud , the lonely sky , And all we know of bliss or grief She speaks ...
... dead , And all their music passed away , What Nature wishes should be said She'll find the rightful voice to say ! Her heart is in the shimmering leaf , The drifting cloud , the lonely sky , And all we know of bliss or grief She speaks ...
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... dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And , emperor - like , decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This ...
... dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And , emperor - like , decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This ...
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... dead , — The marvels that it once revealed To them it comforted . What wonder , yea ! what awe , behold ! What rapture and what tears Were ours , if wild its rivered gold , — That now each day appears , - - Burst on the world , in ...
... dead , — The marvels that it once revealed To them it comforted . What wonder , yea ! what awe , behold ! What rapture and what tears Were ours , if wild its rivered gold , — That now each day appears , - - Burst on the world , in ...
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... dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee , beloved Night- Swift be thine approaching flight , Come soon , soon ! 1283 Percy Bysshe Shelley [ 1792-1822 ] TO NIGHT ...
... dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee , beloved Night- Swift be thine approaching flight , Come soon , soon ! 1283 Percy Bysshe Shelley [ 1792-1822 ] TO NIGHT ...
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... dead ; Under snowy coverlid Flowers lie abed . There's hunting for the young ones And wine for the old , And a sexton in the churchyard Digging in the cold . Cosmo Monkhouse [ 1840-1901 ] TURN O ' THE YEAR THIS is the time when A Song ...
... dead ; Under snowy coverlid Flowers lie abed . There's hunting for the young ones And wine for the old , And a sexton in the churchyard Digging in the cold . Cosmo Monkhouse [ 1840-1901 ] TURN O ' THE YEAR THIS is the time when A Song ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn beauty bird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts chee clouds comes creeping daisies dark dead deep dost doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flowers frost garden gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee thine things thou art Vincent Bourne violets voice wander waves weary William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
Passagens conhecidas
Página 1536 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Página 1425 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Página 1503 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 1373 - I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret ' By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Página 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.