The Revival of English Poetry in the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats and ByronElinor Mead Buckingham Morse Company, 1897 - 257 páginas |
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... hear These waters , rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The ...
... hear These waters , rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The ...
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... hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in ...
... hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in ...
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... evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : Come , hear the woodland linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life , There's more of wisdom in it . 10 1798. ] And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 7.
... evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : Come , hear the woodland linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life , There's more of wisdom in it . 10 1798. ] And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 7.
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... hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . Though babbling only to ...
... hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . Though babbling only to ...
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... , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . " A FLOCK OF SHEEP THAT LEISURELY PASS BY . 1806. ] SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 31.
... , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . " A FLOCK OF SHEEP THAT LEISURELY PASS BY . 1806. ] SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH 31.
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Términos y frases comunes
A. C. Swinburne Agnes ancient Mariner beauty behold beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright Busk Byron calm child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dead dear Death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth Edward Dowden eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers gazed Geraldine glory green groan happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN KEATS Keats lady land of mist Leigh Hunt light live look Lord LORD BYRON loud Lyrical Ballads Moon morn mountains nature never night o'er ocean poems poet poetry Porphyro rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow Shelley ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood streams sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought twas voice waves weary Wedding-Guest wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow
Pasajes populares
Página 5 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 240 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 37 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Página 175 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 125 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 4 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 81 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 34 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Página 62 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Página 37 - Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...