The Land of Song, Livro 2Silver, Burdett, 1899 |
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... bright , And winds go howling through the night , Girls , whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth , Shall peel its fruit by cottage hearth , And guests in prouder homes shall see , Heaped with the grape of Cintra's vine And golden orange ...
... bright , And winds go howling through the night , Girls , whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth , Shall peel its fruit by cottage hearth , And guests in prouder homes shall see , Heaped with the grape of Cintra's vine And golden orange ...
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... hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of spring . And , in thy reign of blast and storm , Smiles many a long , bright , sunny day , THE INCHCAPE ROCK . When the changed winds are soft. 42 THE LAND OF SONG : BOOK II .
... hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of spring . And , in thy reign of blast and storm , Smiles many a long , bright , sunny day , THE INCHCAPE ROCK . When the changed winds are soft. 42 THE LAND OF SONG : BOOK II .
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... bright and changeful beauty shine , Far down in the green and glassy brine . The floor is of sand , like the mountain's drift , And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow ; From coral rocks the sea plants lift Their boughs , where the ...
... bright and changeful beauty shine , Far down in the green and glassy brine . The floor is of sand , like the mountain's drift , And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow ; From coral rocks the sea plants lift Their boughs , where the ...
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... bright , And ' twas all for thine eyes so blue , That on the night of our luckless flight , Thy brother bold I slew . " Now I must teach to hew the beech The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to ...
... bright , And ' twas all for thine eyes so blue , That on the night of our luckless flight , Thy brother bold I slew . " Now I must teach to hew the beech The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to ...
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... Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas , the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay , call it holy ground , The soil where first they trod . They have left unstained what there they found Freedom to worship God ...
... Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas , the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay , call it holy ground , The soil where first they trod . They have left unstained what there they found Freedom to worship God ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abbot ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Brand apple tree banner battle beneath birds blood blue brave breast breath bright Brixham BRYAN WALLER PROCTER cheer child CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cried dark dead deep dost doth earth eyes fair father fear fell flower Gelert glory gold grave green hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy Inchcape Rock King Lady land light live Llewellyn looked Lord loud Mayor morning mountain ne'er nest never night NOEL GORDON o'er ocean PIBROCH PIED PIPER pipe praise quoth rats Ring roar ROBERT BURNS rolling round sails Sandalphon shine shore silent sing sleep song sound star stept stood storm sweet tell thee there's thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art Thou hast thousand twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Winstanley woods
Passagens conhecidas
Página 13 - 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 neverending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 111 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 41 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 157 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale, or storm, Icing the pole or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 206 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Página 202 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 208 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Página 18 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 15 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 157 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.