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... shade ; But , when the sun his beacon3 red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . As ...
... shade ; But , when the sun his beacon3 red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . As ...
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... shades prevail . The noon takes up the wondrous tale , L And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll ...
... shades prevail . The noon takes up the wondrous tale , L And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll ...
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... shade and glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestiges where they flew ! The annals of the human race , Their ruins since the world began , Of him afford no other trace Than this - THERE LIVED A MAN . Grief - is intense ...
... shade and glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestiges where they flew ! The annals of the human race , Their ruins since the world began , Of him afford no other trace Than this - THERE LIVED A MAN . Grief - is intense ...
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... shades shut out the eye of day , While , towering near , the rugged mountains made Dark background ' gainst the sky . Thither I went , And bade my spirit taste that lonely3 fount ( 1 ) Leaguer - for beleaguer - to besiege , beset . ( 2 ) ...
... shades shut out the eye of day , While , towering near , the rugged mountains made Dark background ' gainst the sky . Thither I went , And bade my spirit taste that lonely3 fount ( 1 ) Leaguer - for beleaguer - to besiege , beset . ( 2 ) ...
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... shades it from the vesper gales . Among the loose and arid sands , The humble arenaria6 creeps , Slowly the purple star expands , But soon within its calyx7 sleeps . And those small bells so lightly rayed , With young Aurora's rosy hue ...
... shades it from the vesper gales . Among the loose and arid sands , The humble arenaria6 creeps , Slowly the purple star expands , But soon within its calyx7 sleeps . And those small bells so lightly rayed , With young Aurora's rosy hue ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English English Poetry eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy fear fire flowers French FRENCH LANGUAGE glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour Il Penseroso king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride rills rise rocks round says scene sense shade Shakspere sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thought tower vale verse voice Walter Scott wave wild winds wings word
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Página 110 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 268 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 140 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 106 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 147 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 295 - Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Página 274 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 59 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Página 53 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Página 63 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.