An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 ページ |
この書籍内から
検索結果1-5 / 7
11 ページ
... dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Lines whose beauty never grows less but is increased perhaps by association with the moment when I heard them for the first time - my ...
... dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Lines whose beauty never grows less but is increased perhaps by association with the moment when I heard them for the first time - my ...
29 ページ
... one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Time cannot wither nor custom stale a dream - flower [ 29 ]
... one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Time cannot wither nor custom stale a dream - flower [ 29 ]
62 ページ
... dance in a ring . Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune ...
... dance in a ring . Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune ...
63 ページ
... dance and sing For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . Christopher Marlowe AUTOLYCUS ' SONG LAWN as white as driven snow , [ 63 ] The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
... dance and sing For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . Christopher Marlowe AUTOLYCUS ' SONG LAWN as white as driven snow , [ 63 ] The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
67 ページ
... And this ditty , after me , Sing , and dance it trippingly . TITA . First , rehearse your song by rote , To each word a warbling note : Hand in hand , with fairy grace , Will we [ 67 ] Epilogue to Midsummer Night's Dream.
... And this ditty , after me , Sing , and dance it trippingly . TITA . First , rehearse your song by rote , To each word a warbling note : Hand in hand , with fairy grace , Will we [ 67 ] Epilogue to Midsummer Night's Dream.
他の版 - すべて表示
多く使われている語句
anthology aweary beautiful Ben Jonson birds blow blue breath bright Camelot cloud Corot Courbet Cuckoo dance dead delight echoes Echoing Green eyes fair fairy father feet flowers FREEMAN Gold wings golden greasy Joan doth green hair HAMADRYAD hang hark Haunted Palace hear heard hill Joan doth keel keel the pot kiss LA MARE Lady of Shalott lark laugh light linnet live Love good-morrow lulla lullaby maiden Manet MARE married ear merrily merry note mind Mocks married MOORE morality morn Muses never night Norton Wood painter painting Percy Bysshe Shelley picture pipe poem poets and poetesses pure poetry RHAICOS river roses Samuel Taylor Coleridge shepherds Sing willow sings the staring sleep song soul Spring sweet tell thee thou thoughts tree trilogy Tu-who Ulalume verses weep William Blake William Shakespeare wind woods yellow
人気のある引用
102 ページ - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
68 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
137 ページ - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
77 ページ - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
61 ページ - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
108 ページ - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
80 ページ - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
102 ページ - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
133 ページ - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
23 ページ - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!