Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376 páginas |
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... wandering way we thread ; Familiar forms and faces meet us , As , living , walk with us the dead . Man's fame , so often evanescent , Links here with thoughts and things that last ; And all the bright and teeming Present Thrills with ...
... wandering way we thread ; Familiar forms and faces meet us , As , living , walk with us the dead . Man's fame , so often evanescent , Links here with thoughts and things that last ; And all the bright and teeming Present Thrills with ...
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... wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there be , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel's raptures swell ; High though his titles - proud his name , Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles , power , and pelf ...
... wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there be , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel's raptures swell ; High though his titles - proud his name , Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles , power , and pelf ...
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... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou. 223.
... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou. 223.
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... life , while it passes along , Like a vessel at sea , amidst sunshine and song ! Gayly we glide , in the gaze of the world , With streamers afloat , and with canvas unfurled ; All gladness and glory , to wandering eyes , Yet 290.
... life , while it passes along , Like a vessel at sea , amidst sunshine and song ! Gayly we glide , in the gaze of the world , With streamers afloat , and with canvas unfurled ; All gladness and glory , to wandering eyes , Yet 290.
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... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart ...
... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels Annabel Lee Babie Bell bard beautiful bells beneath bird bless blest bloom bower breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb charm child clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Dismal Swamp doth dream earth ELIZA COOK eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers gentle glory glow golden grace grave green happy hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lines live lonely look lyre lyric melody merry merry heart Mighty winds mind moon morning muse Nature's never night noble numbers o'er old oaken bucket passage pleasure poem poet poetry rill ROBERT LOWELL rose round shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet Tabard tears tell thee thine thought toil trees Twas verse voice wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 274 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 63 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.