Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumen 61859 |
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Beautiful poetry. K. KEATS , JOHN . Adonis Sleeping The Moon The Grasshopper Ode to Psyche Calidore ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... The Grasshopper ... La Belle Dame sans Merci ...
Beautiful poetry. K. KEATS , JOHN . Adonis Sleeping The Moon The Grasshopper Ode to Psyche Calidore ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... The Grasshopper ... La Belle Dame sans Merci ...
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... Sleep Music Chorus Lament ... ... The Primrose page 58 ... 158 160 191 ... 192 221 222 ... 223 224 254 287 ... ... 346 384 ::: :: :: :: ... ... Paradise ... A Land Storm ... Lament ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... A Summer Evening ...
... Sleep Music Chorus Lament ... ... The Primrose page 58 ... 158 160 191 ... 192 221 222 ... 223 224 254 287 ... ... 346 384 ::: :: :: :: ... ... Paradise ... A Land Storm ... Lament ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... A Summer Evening ...
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... Sleep ... ... ... ... YOUNG , DR . Night Modesty High Station Sorrow A Deathbed ... ... Y. :: : ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 111 ... 249 ... 299 ... 375 93 111 127 139 175 In t 181 ... Brenta 202 edica ...
... Sleep ... ... ... ... YOUNG , DR . Night Modesty High Station Sorrow A Deathbed ... ... Y. :: : ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 111 ... 249 ... 299 ... 375 93 111 127 139 175 In t 181 ... Brenta 202 edica ...
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... sleep ? Deem not thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill ...
... sleep ? Deem not thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin who pass it lightly - ill ...
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... sleeps below . Who sleeps below was truthful while he lived , And is it sympathy which draws thee here ? If I were sure an angel ever grieved , Then I would prize thee as an angel's tear . THE FALL OF NINEVEH . The conclusion of EDWIN ...
... sleeps below . Who sleeps below was truthful while he lived , And is it sympathy which draws thee here ? If I were sure an angel ever grieved , Then I would prize thee as an angel's tear . THE FALL OF NINEVEH . The conclusion of EDWIN ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms bear beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel flow flowers gaze gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour keep land leaves light lips live lonely look lost morning mother nature never night o'er once pale pass past play rest rise rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree voice waters wave wild wind wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Página 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Página 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Página 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Página 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Página 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Página 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Página 347 - 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 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.