The Gitana [signed Sophie].1845 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alice answered arms art thou beautiful beloved beneath bless boudoir bright brother brow calm Carlo cavalier chamber cheek child Colonel Sydney couch cousin dark dear dear father dearest death deep dream earth evil exclaimed eyes face fair Fair lady father fear feeling gazed gentle Geronimo gipsy Gitana hand happy hast heart Heaven hope hour Italian Jesuit Kate Howard knelt knew Lady Kate Lady Walsingham light Lionel lips listened look Lord Algernon Lord Everingham Lord Herbert Lord Vincent maiden Marion mercy Mistress Margaret Morning Star mother mournful murmured never night noble o'er once pale passed passionate pause Philip Philip Sydney pray priest replied sighed silence smile sorrow soul speak spirit spoke sprang stood strive sweet tears tell terrible thee thine thou thought Trelawney trembling turned Twas unto voice wanderer whispered wild woman words young Zara
Pasajes populares
Página 198 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Página 189 - All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Página 29 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Página 177 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Página 76 - And longer had she sung — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose, He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Página 231 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Página 263 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 198 - His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 279 - When youthful Love, warm-blu.shing strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way. Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
Página 96 - Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared to die...