British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1910 - 935 páginas |
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... Thine is the tranquil hour , purpureal Eve ! But long as god - like wish , or hope divine , Informs my spirit , ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! -From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is ...
... Thine is the tranquil hour , purpureal Eve ! But long as god - like wish , or hope divine , Informs my spirit , ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! -From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is ...
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... Thine all delights , and every muse is thine ; And more than all , the embrace and intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance ! Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance , See ! Boccace sits , unfolding on his knees The new ...
... Thine all delights , and every muse is thine ; And more than all , the embrace and intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance ! Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance , See ! Boccace sits , unfolding on his knees The new ...
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... thine SCOTT While priest can sing and read.- What ail'st thou ? -Speak ! " - For as he took The charge a strong emotion shook His frame , and ere reply They heard a faint yet shrilly tone , Like distant clarion feebly blown , That on ...
... thine SCOTT While priest can sing and read.- What ail'st thou ? -Speak ! " - For as he took The charge a strong emotion shook His frame , and ere reply They heard a faint yet shrilly tone , Like distant clarion feebly blown , That on ...
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... thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine , That all those charms have pass'd away ; I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the ...
... thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine , That all those charms have pass'd away ; I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the ...
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... thine arm should bend the bow , And hurl the dart , and curb the steed , Thou , Greek in soul if not in creed , Must pore where babbling waters flow , And watch unfolding roses blow . Would that yon orb , whose matin glow Thy listless ...
... thine arm should bend the bow , And hurl the dart , and curb the steed , Thou , Greek in soul if not in creed , Must pore where babbling waters flow , And watch unfolding roses blow . Would that yon orb , whose matin glow Thy listless ...
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arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon dost doth DOWDEN dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel flowers gaze golden grave hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leave light lips live look Lord Lord Byron Love's Marmion Matthew Arnold Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea pass poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Schoeneus Semichorus shade shadow silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro voice wandering waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
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Página 510 - Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless...
Página 604 - for Aix is in sight!" " How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 345 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...
Página 604 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, ' Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 293 - 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 374 - 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 658 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Página 763 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Listen!
Página 343 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.