A Book of English Literature, Volume 2Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin Macmillan, 1916 |
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... flower Enjoys the air it breathes . IC The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure : But the least motion which they made 15 It seemed a thrill of pleasure . The budding twigs spread out their fan , To catch ...
... flower Enjoys the air it breathes . IC The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure : But the least motion which they made 15 It seemed a thrill of pleasure . The budding twigs spread out their fan , To catch ...
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... flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; A lady of my own . 5 ΙΟ She shall be mine , and I will make 5 " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth ...
... flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; A lady of my own . 5 ΙΟ She shall be mine , and I will make 5 " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth ...
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... flower Glassed in a green - house , or a parlor shrub That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace , While every bush and tree , the country through , Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . Is shaking to the roots . From Book IX ...
... flower Glassed in a green - house , or a parlor shrub That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace , While every bush and tree , the country through , Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . Is shaking to the roots . From Book IX ...
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... flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome , darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery ; 30 That is fit home for thee ! SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF ...
... flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome , darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery ; 30 That is fit home for thee ! SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF ...
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... Flowers laugh before thee on their beds 45 And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens , through thee , are fresh and strong . To humbler functions , awful Power ! I call ...
... Flowers laugh before thee on their beds 45 And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens , through thee , are fresh and strong . To humbler functions , awful Power ! I call ...
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ARTEMIDORA beauty Ben Jonson Bonny Dundee breath called Camelot century Christ's Hospital cloud dark dead dear death deep dream earth English essay eyes face Faerie Queene fair father fear feel flowers GEORGE SAINTSBURY glory gray Greek hand hath head hear heard heart human King King Arthur Lady Lady of Shalott leave light literary literature living London look Lord Lyrical Ballads Mary Mother mind moon morning never night o'er once Oxus passed passion poem poet poetry prose rose round Rustum Samian wine seemed sense Shakespeare silent sing Sister Helen sleep smile Sohrab song sonnets soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tion turned verse voice Westminster Abbey wild wind words Wordsworth writing young youth ΙΟ
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Página 459 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 458 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 473 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Página 606 - ... jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)...
Página 633 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 474 - 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...
Página 495 - 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 473 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Página 591 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 457 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.