A Poetry Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Modern English and American Poets, Dating from the Middle of the Eighteenth Century to the Present TimeB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 334 ページ |
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... Bells The High Tide The Sands of Dee Three Fishers The Storm . Longing for Home Death Airly Beacon The Merry lark . Lament A Lament Alone The Lost Horizon Associations Leaving the Old Home I remember The Light of other Days The ...
... Bells The High Tide The Sands of Dee Three Fishers The Storm . Longing for Home Death Airly Beacon The Merry lark . Lament A Lament Alone The Lost Horizon Associations Leaving the Old Home I remember The Light of other Days The ...
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... bell , While in the castle's mouldering tower The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence brooding in the air . Then , hermit , let us turn our feet To the lone Abbey's still retreat , Embowered in the ...
... bell , While in the castle's mouldering tower The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence brooding in the air . Then , hermit , let us turn our feet To the lone Abbey's still retreat , Embowered in the ...
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... bells of thyme , The birds on the myrtle bushes , The cicale above in the lime , And the lizards below in the grass , Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was , Listening to my sweet pipings . Liquid Peneus was flowing , And all dark Tempe ...
... bells of thyme , The birds on the myrtle bushes , The cicale above in the lime , And the lizards below in the grass , Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was , Listening to my sweet pipings . Liquid Peneus was flowing , And all dark Tempe ...
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... bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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 ...
... bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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 ...
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... him to set up the standard of Her Grace : And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . 180 THE ARMADA . Look how the Lion of the 12 * THE ARMADĄ . 179 The Armada.
... him to set up the standard of Her Grace : And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . 180 THE ARMADA . Look how the Lion of the 12 * THE ARMADĄ . 179 The Armada.
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A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird blow boys come home breast breath bright CLEON clouds cowslips Cusha D. G. Rossetti daffodil dance dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes fair flowers glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Itylus kisses leaves light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Byron loud maiden Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon morn never night o'er OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rolling rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears Tennyson Terpander thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
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76 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
140 ページ - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
143 ページ - TO A 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? 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.
227 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
218 ページ - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
62 ページ - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
140 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
148 ページ - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
256 ページ - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
66 ページ - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.