English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volumen 3P.F. Collier & son, 1896 |
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... sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd themselves for fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , ' She has a lovely face ; God in His mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . ' 625 SWEET AND ...
... sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd themselves for fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , ' She has a lovely face ; God in His mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . ' 625 SWEET AND ...
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... sound of a voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ ALL along the valley , stream that flashest ...
... sound of a voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ ALL along the valley , stream that flashest ...
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... sound upon the bugle horn . ' Tis the place , and all around it , as of old , the curlews call , Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall ; Locksley Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts , And the ...
... sound upon the bugle horn . ' Tis the place , and all around it , as of old , the curlews call , Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall ; Locksley Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts , And the ...
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... ? I had been content to perish , falling on the foeman's ground , When the ranks are roll'd in vapour , and the winds are laid with sound . But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that 1014 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
... ? I had been content to perish , falling on the foeman's ground , When the ranks are roll'd in vapour , and the winds are laid with sound . But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that 1014 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
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... sound , an awful light ! Three angels bear the Holy Grail ; With folded feet , in stoles of white , On sleeping wings they sail . Ah , blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides ...
... sound , an awful light ! Three angels bear the Holy Grail ; With folded feet , in stoles of white , On sleeping wings they sail . Ah , blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadows moon morning never Nevermore night o'er Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wave weary whisper wild wind wonder word youth
Pasajes populares
Página 1276 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 1283 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 1317 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us...
Página 1006 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Página 1155 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Página 1003 - THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they...
Página 1290 - But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 1008 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Página 1263 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but...
Página 1026 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.