The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, Volumen2H. Holt, 1918 - 4009 páginas |
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... Alfred Tennyson . AD MINISTRAM * AFTER HORACE Unknown DEAR Lucy , you know what my wish is , — I hate all your Frenchified fuss ; Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us . No footman in lace and in ruffles Need ...
... Alfred Tennyson . AD MINISTRAM * AFTER HORACE Unknown DEAR Lucy , you know what my wish is , — I hate all your Frenchified fuss ; Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us . No footman in lace and in ruffles Need ...
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... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAUS WHAT Constitutes a State ? Not high - raised battlement or labored mound , Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad ...
... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAUS WHAT Constitutes a State ? Not high - raised battlement or labored mound , Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad ...
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... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN Our in the south , when the day is done , And the gathered winds go free , Where golden - sanded rivers run , Fair islands fade in the setting sun , And the great ships stagger ...
... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN Our in the south , when the day is done , And the gathered winds go free , Where golden - sanded rivers run , Fair islands fade in the setting sun , And the great ships stagger ...
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... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW [ SEPTEMBER 26 , 1857 ] Он , that last day in Lucknow fort ! We knew that it was the last ; That the enemy's lines crept surely on , And the end was coming fast . To yield to that foe ...
... Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW [ SEPTEMBER 26 , 1857 ] Он , that last day in Lucknow fort ! We knew that it was the last ; That the enemy's lines crept surely on , And the end was coming fast . To yield to that foe ...
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... lord , she took the tax away And built herself an everlasting name . Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to - night . The tide is full , the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; on the French coast the light Gleams ...
... lord , she took the tax away And built herself an everlasting name . Alfred Tennyson [ 1809-1892 ] DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to - night . The tide is full , the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; on the French coast the light Gleams ...
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Alfred Tennyson battle beneath blood blow blue bonny brave breath cheer Clinton Scollard Cremona cried Danny Deever dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep doth dream drink dust earth eyes face fair father fear fell fight flame frae George Gordon Byron glory grave gray green Gunga Din hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill Judas Iscariot King lady land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord loud merry moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray rendezvous with Death ride ring roar rose round sail Samian wine ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound stars stood sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thou tree turned Twas voice waves wild wind wine young young Beichan
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Página 2829 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
Página 2735 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Página 2823 - Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight...
Página 2235 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 3152 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 2418 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Página 2204 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To...
Página 2907 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 3459 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 3150 - what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.