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... TH ' EXCISEMAN 297 A ROSE - BUD , BY MY EARLY WALK . 294 THE SILVER TASSIE MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS JOHN ANDERSON MY JO . THOU LINGERING STAR . . . 294 . 295 .295 . THE TABLES TURNED THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS 297 viii CONTENTS.
... TH ' EXCISEMAN 297 A ROSE - BUD , BY MY EARLY WALK . 294 THE SILVER TASSIE MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS JOHN ANDERSON MY JO . THOU LINGERING STAR . . . 294 . 295 .295 . THE TABLES TURNED THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS 297 viii CONTENTS.
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... rose by his native genius to be the foremost literary figure of his time . That his irregular life brought its inev- itable result in ostracism and early death cannot affect the beauty and melody of his songs . In these songs , Burns is ...
... rose by his native genius to be the foremost literary figure of his time . That his irregular life brought its inev- itable result in ostracism and early death cannot affect the beauty and melody of his songs . In these songs , Burns is ...
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... rose , and clad him hastily ; The dwarfe him brought his steed : so both away do fly . VII Now when the rosy fingred Morning faire , Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed , Had spred her purple robe through deawy aire , And the high hils ...
... rose , and clad him hastily ; The dwarfe him brought his steed : so both away do fly . VII Now when the rosy fingred Morning faire , Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed , Had spred her purple robe through deawy aire , And the high hils ...
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... rose , up rose the lyon eke , And on their former journey forward pas , In waies unknowne , her wandring knight to seeke , With paines far passing that long wandring Greeke , That for his love refused deitye ; Such were the labours of ...
... rose , up rose the lyon eke , And on their former journey forward pas , In waies unknowne , her wandring knight to seeke , With paines far passing that long wandring Greeke , That for his love refused deitye ; Such were the labours of ...
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Lucius Hudson Holt. XXXIII The morrow next gan earely to appeare , That Titan rose to runne his daily race ; But earely , ere the morrow next gan reare Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face , Up rose the gentle virgin from her place ...
Lucius Hudson Holt. XXXIII The morrow next gan earely to appeare , That Titan rose to runne his daily race ; But earely , ere the morrow next gan reare Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face , Up rose the gentle virgin from her place ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Archimago arms beauty beneath blood breast breath bright brow Camelot cloud courser Dæmons dark dead dear death deep doth dread dream earth Elfin knight eyes face fair fear fire flowers Gareth Gawain gaze gentle glory grace grone Guinevere hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine leave light live look lord maid mighty mind mordre morning never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain pass Publ Queen rest rose round Rustum Samian wine seem'd sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro trew unto voice wave weene wild wind wings words wyde youth Zuleika
Passagens conhecidas
Página 118 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 333 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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 ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 580 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 567 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 534 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
Página 306 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Página 774 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Página 118 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 745 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Página 134 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.