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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... soft ease Swims into his ken . Ken is view or field of vision , as in Milton's line- ' Saw within ken a glorious angel stand . ' [ Paradise Lost , Book III , 622. ] Or like stout Cortez . His- tory requires here Balbóa : ( A.T. ) It may ...
... soft ease Swims into his ken . Ken is view or field of vision , as in Milton's line- ' Saw within ken a glorious angel stand . ' [ Paradise Lost , Book III , 622. ] Or like stout Cortez . His- tory requires here Balbóa : ( A.T. ) It may ...
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... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose ...
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose ...
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... soft emotion , Like the swell of Summer's ocean . Lord Byron CLXXI LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I arise from dreams of Thee In the first sweet sleep of night , poet No. 6. Written in 1815 . The Argument . - The speaks of a spell stronger than ...
... soft emotion , Like the swell of Summer's ocean . Lord Byron CLXXI LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I arise from dreams of Thee In the first sweet sleep of night , poet No. 6. Written in 1815 . The Argument . - The speaks of a spell stronger than ...
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... soft , so calm , yet eloquent , The smiles that win , the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent , - A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . Lord Byron She was a phantom of delight When first she ...
... soft , so calm , yet eloquent , The smiles that win , the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent , - A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . Lord Byron She was a phantom of delight When first she ...
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... soft guitar The songs repeat . ' Tis when the sigh , —in youth sincere And only then , The sigh that's breathed for one to hear— . Is by that one , that only Dear , Breathed back again . Written about 1820 . One of the Irish Melodies ...
... soft guitar The songs repeat . ' Tis when the sigh , —in youth sincere And only then , The sigh that's breathed for one to hear— . Is by that one , that only Dear , Breathed back again . Written about 1820 . One of the Irish Melodies ...
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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.