Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. ValentineLaura Valentine 1880 |
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... voice , the happy night , That to the cottage , as the crown , Brought tidings of salvation down . The fire , with well - dried logs supplied , Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall table's oaken face , Scrubbed till it shone ...
... voice , the happy night , That to the cottage , as the crown , Brought tidings of salvation down . The fire , with well - dried logs supplied , Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall table's oaken face , Scrubbed till it shone ...
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... voice was in his ear , And that the priest he could not hear , For that she ever sung , In the lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with groans So the notes rung ; [ of the dying ! " " Avoid thee , Fiend ...
... voice was in his ear , And that the priest he could not hear , For that she ever sung , In the lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with groans So the notes rung ; [ of the dying ! " " Avoid thee , Fiend ...
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... voice combine , And mix her woe and tears with mine , To wail Clan - Alpine's honoured Pine . " : 0 : - JOHN KEATS . 1795-1821 . A PICTURE . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " - Story of Rimini . I STOOD tiptoe upon a little ...
... voice combine , And mix her woe and tears with mine , To wail Clan - Alpine's honoured Pine . " : 0 : - JOHN KEATS . 1795-1821 . A PICTURE . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " - Story of Rimini . I STOOD tiptoe upon a little ...
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... voice that through the combat Had shouted far and high , Came forth in strange , dull , hollow tones , Burdened with ... voices moaning In every wind that sighed ; From the searching stars of heaven he shrank- Humbly the conqueror died ...
... voice that through the combat Had shouted far and high , Came forth in strange , dull , hollow tones , Burdened with ... voices moaning In every wind that sighed ; From the searching stars of heaven he shrank- Humbly the conqueror died ...
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... voice of fear , And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer ; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet , And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each roaring street . And broader ...
... voice of fear , And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer ; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet , And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each roaring street . And broader ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adah art thou beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird blessed blood bosom breast breath bright captain's gig cheer child Clitus clouds Cunigunda dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes face fair father fear flowers frae gentle glory grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour Inchcape Rock JOHN MILTON King kiss Lady leaves light Lioni live Locrine look lord Lycidas moon morn mortal mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er pale Panthea PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round SEMICHORUS shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Terentia thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Twas unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - 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 206 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 245 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 50 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 263 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 208 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Página 208 - 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.
Página 187 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 207 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...