The Student's Treasury of English Song ...T. Nelson and Sons, 1873 |
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... mind . Others are remarkable for their felicity of expression or imagery . And , at all times , they will serve to " point a moral " or " adorn a tale ; " to refresh the mind with agreeable recollections of favourite poets , just as the ...
... mind . Others are remarkable for their felicity of expression or imagery . And , at all times , they will serve to " point a moral " or " adorn a tale ; " to refresh the mind with agreeable recollections of favourite poets , just as the ...
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... mind . But " The Strayed Reveller , " " Empedocles on 66 MIND , THE SPELL WHICH GOVERNS EARTH AND HEAVEN . " - IBID . 12 66 A WORLD ABOVE MAN'S HEAD , TO LET Matthew Arnold BORN 1822.
... mind . But " The Strayed Reveller , " " Empedocles on 66 MIND , THE SPELL WHICH GOVERNS EARTH AND HEAVEN . " - IBID . 12 66 A WORLD ABOVE MAN'S HEAD , TO LET Matthew Arnold BORN 1822.
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... paralleled , we have here disclosed the very inmost life of a sincere and energetic mind . " ] AN EMPTY NOISE OF DEATH THE BATTLE'S ROAR . " . -WORDSWORTH . " THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN , 66 Philip James Bailey BORN 1806.
... paralleled , we have here disclosed the very inmost life of a sincere and energetic mind . " ] AN EMPTY NOISE OF DEATH THE BATTLE'S ROAR . " . -WORDSWORTH . " THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN , 66 Philip James Bailey BORN 1806.
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... mind is bliss ; And , shaping forth the lofty thought , or lovely , We seek not , need not , heaven : and when the thought— Cloudy and shapeless - first forms on the mind , Slow darkening into some gigantic make , How the heart shakes ...
... mind is bliss ; And , shaping forth the lofty thought , or lovely , We seek not , need not , heaven : and when the thought— Cloudy and shapeless - first forms on the mind , Slow darkening into some gigantic make , How the heart shakes ...
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... MIND POETS . Were the sole lore I recked of : the great bards Of Greece , of Rome , and mine own master land , And ... minds of men , Flashing by fits , like fire from an enemy's front ; Whose thoughts , like bars of sunshine in shut ...
... MIND POETS . Were the sole lore I recked of : the great bards Of Greece , of Rome , and mine own master land , And ... minds of men , Flashing by fits , like fire from an enemy's front ; Whose thoughts , like bars of sunshine in shut ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath bird born breath bright BROWNING BRYAN WALLER PROCTER BYRON BYSSHE SHELLEY calm Casa Wappy CHARLES MACKAY child cloud COLERIDGE dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers glory GOETHE golden grace green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Kilmeny King LEIGH HUNT LIFE'S light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD LYTTON lyrical LYTTON morning Myrrha never night o'er passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poems poet poetical poetry ring rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE says SCOTT shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SOUTHEY spirit spring stars strife sweet tears tender TENNYSON thee thine things thou thought TRUTH voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED WORDSWORTH youth
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Página 461 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 129 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 401 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 498 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Página 393 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.
Página 493 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 458 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 52 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 393 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.