The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language: Selected and Arranged with Notes. Book fourthFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 266 páginas |
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... Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she ...
... Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she ...
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... lady , winds his horn , And ' tis at peep of light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she ' Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen ...
... lady , winds his horn , And ' tis at peep of light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she ' Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen ...
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... a note in the collected edition , was written by the author on return- ing from a ball where Lady Wilmot Horton had appeared in mourning , with numerous span . gles on her dress . 9 No. 9 . Thus mellow'd to that tender light BOOK FOURTH 13.
... a note in the collected edition , was written by the author on return- ing from a ball where Lady Wilmot Horton had appeared in mourning , with numerous span . gles on her dress . 9 No. 9 . Thus mellow'd to that tender light BOOK FOURTH 13.
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... lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse and with me The girl , in rock and plain In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . The joy of my desire . The joy ...
... lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse and with me The girl , in rock and plain In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . The joy of my desire . The joy ...
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... lady's sake . The storm engulfs them before the eyes of the father . A silver pound . The pound , which is now a fixed quantity of gold , was originally a pound weight of sil- In Scots money the silver pound ' was distinct from what was ...
... lady's sake . The storm engulfs them before the eyes of the father . A silver pound . The pound , which is now a fixed quantity of gold , was originally a pound weight of sil- In Scots money the silver pound ' was distinct from what was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfoxden Argument.-The Author's note beauty behold beneath birds bonny bower Braes of Yarrow breath bright Brignall Busk ye child cloud Clovenford Compare County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers frae glory gone Grasmere green H. F. Lyte happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Keats lady leaves light lines live look Lord Byron lover Milton mind moon morning mountain mournful Nature's ne'er Neidpath Castle never night o'er P. B. Shelley Paradise Paradise Lost Piobaireachd pleasure poem poet Prometheus Unbound Revolt of Islam round S. T. Coleridge seem'd Shelley's silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit Spring star storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees twas verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind-flowers winds wings woods Wordsworth Written youth
Pasajes populares
Página 74 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 55 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Página 235 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 38 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd— Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. 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!
Página 120 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 127 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 134 - 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.
Página 68 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 13 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart...
Página 245 - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.