Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. ValentineLaura Valentine 1880 |
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... young hearts , and choking sighs [ guess Which ne'er might be repeated : who would If ever more should meet those mutual eyes , Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ? car , [ steed , And there was mounting in hot haste ...
... young hearts , and choking sighs [ guess Which ne'er might be repeated : who would If ever more should meet those mutual eyes , Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ? car , [ steed , And there was mounting in hot haste ...
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... young , gallant Howard ! There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee , And mine were nothing , had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , [ to live , Which living waves where thou didst cease And saw ...
... young , gallant Howard ! There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee , And mine were nothing , had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , [ to live , Which living waves where thou didst cease And saw ...
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... young people meet.— [ awakes Or at morn , when the magic of daylight A new wonder each minute , as slowly it breaks , [ one Hills , cupolas , fountains , called forth every Out of darkness , as they were just born of the sun . - [ day ...
... young people meet.— [ awakes Or at morn , when the magic of daylight A new wonder each minute , as slowly it breaks , [ one Hills , cupolas , fountains , called forth every Out of darkness , as they were just born of the sun . - [ day ...
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... young fiery spirit ! If but one hour , to learn The secrets of the folded heart , That seemed to thee so stern . " Thou wert the first , the first fair child That in mine arms I pressed ; Thou wert the bright one that hast smiled Like ...
... young fiery spirit ! If but one hour , to learn The secrets of the folded heart , That seemed to thee so stern . " Thou wert the first , the first fair child That in mine arms I pressed ; Thou wert the bright one that hast smiled Like ...
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... for Or deems that he watches , alone on the [ grave ? The deathbed of hope , or the young spirit's * Happily the Convict Ship is now a thing of the past . ' Tis thus with our life - while it passes 5-2 WILSON - HERVEY . 67.
... for Or deems that he watches , alone on the [ grave ? The deathbed of hope , or the young spirit's * Happily the Convict Ship is now a thing of the past . ' Tis thus with our life - while it passes 5-2 WILSON - HERVEY . 67.
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...