Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... brow , I wave , and nod , and kiss the air around thee , But cannot be like thee . Rodrig . Heaven bless thee , little flower ! I prize thee more Than all the pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud ...
... brow , I wave , and nod , and kiss the air around thee , But cannot be like thee . Rodrig . Heaven bless thee , little flower ! I prize thee more Than all the pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud ...
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... brow , and calmly set her down ; Leaving the truth to Time , who solves our doubt , By bringing his all - glorious daughter out- Truth ! for whose beauty all their love profess , And yet how many think it ugliness ! 66 Augusta , love ...
... brow , and calmly set her down ; Leaving the truth to Time , who solves our doubt , By bringing his all - glorious daughter out- Truth ! for whose beauty all their love profess , And yet how many think it ugliness ! 66 Augusta , love ...
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... brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth from night , View on the flakes that sun - ward flow , A thousand rainbows round me glow , And arch my way with light . Again the ...
... brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth from night , View on the flakes that sun - ward flow , A thousand rainbows round me glow , And arch my way with light . Again the ...
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... brow The blazing flood , that drank the deep below , Tower'd in its rage o'er Epomeo's pile ; The blast sulphureous from Agnano flows , And green Astroni's woods the crater's womb enclose . Ask of yon palace , round whose marble crest ...
... brow The blazing flood , that drank the deep below , Tower'd in its rage o'er Epomeo's pile ; The blast sulphureous from Agnano flows , And green Astroni's woods the crater's womb enclose . Ask of yon palace , round whose marble crest ...
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... brow in death reposed : Not , where his cradle rock'd , Death seal'd his eyes ; Beneath Ravenna's soil Hetruria's glory lies . Yet - when o'er stranger earth the Exile stray'd His 84 SOTHEBY . The Syren's Song Dante's Exile.
... brow in death reposed : Not , where his cradle rock'd , Death seal'd his eyes ; Beneath Ravenna's soil Hetruria's glory lies . Yet - when o'er stranger earth the Exile stray'd His 84 SOTHEBY . The Syren's Song Dante's Exile.
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Isle of Palms king labours lady light living lonely look look'd Lord Lord Byron loud lyre maid Martyr of Antioch mind misanthropy morning mountain never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry poor pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought tree trembling turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind young youth
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Página 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Página 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 112 - 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...
Página 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Página 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Página 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.