A Book of English Literature, Volumen 2Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin Macmillan, 1916 |
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... speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co - exist in a state of greater simplicity , and , conse- quently , may be more accurately con- templated , and more forcibly ...
... speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co - exist in a state of greater simplicity , and , conse- quently , may be more accurately con- templated , and more forcibly ...
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... speaking , That nothing of itself will come , But we must still be seeking ? 25 " Then ask not wherefore , here , alone , Conversing as I may , I sit upon this old grey stone , And dream my time away . " THE TABLES TURNED An Evening ...
... speaking , That nothing of itself will come , But we must still be seeking ? 25 " Then ask not wherefore , here , alone , Conversing as I may , I sit upon this old grey stone , And dream my time away . " THE TABLES TURNED An Evening ...
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... speak , the Shepherd had been bound 210 In surety for his brother's son , a man Of an industrious life , and ample means ; But unforeseen misfortunes suddenly Had pressed upon him ; and old Michael now Was summoned to discharge the ...
... speak , the Shepherd had been bound 210 In surety for his brother's son , a man Of an industrious life , and ample means ; But unforeseen misfortunes suddenly Had pressed upon him ; and old Michael now Was summoned to discharge the ...
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... speak . 360 Even to the utmost I have been to thee And till these three weeks past the land was free . It looks as if it never could endure Another master . Heaven forgive me , Luke , 380 If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good That ...
... speak . 360 Even to the utmost I have been to thee And till these three weeks past the land was free . It looks as if it never could endure Another master . Heaven forgive me , Luke , 380 If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good That ...
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... speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : 55 Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? V Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises ...
... speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : 55 Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? V Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises ...
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Página 459 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 458 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 473 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Página 606 - ... jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)...
Página 633 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 474 - 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...
Página 495 - 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; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 473 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Página 591 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; 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.
Página 457 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.