A Poetry Book of Modern Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Modern English and American Poets, Dating from the Middle of the Eighteenth Century to the Present TimeB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 334 páginas |
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... waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
... waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
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... waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father ...
... waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father ...
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... waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained ; If still beneath that pine - tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come , Oh let it then be dumb ! Be anything , sweet Rill , but that which ...
... waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained ; If still beneath that pine - tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come , Oh let it then be dumb ! Be anything , sweet Rill , but that which ...
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... waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child , And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear , - Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea ...
... waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child , And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear , - Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea ...
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... waters , Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters . As thou wert constant in our ills , be joyous in our joy , For cold , and stiff , and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy . Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single ...
... waters , Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters . As thou wert constant in our ills , be joyous in our joy , For cold , and stiff , and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy . Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird blow boys come home breast breath bright CLEON clouds cowslips Cusha D. G. Rossetti daffodil dance dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes fair flowers glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Itylus kisses leaves light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Byron loud maiden Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon morn never night o'er OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rolling rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears Tennyson Terpander thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
Pasajes populares
Página 76 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 140 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
Página 143 - TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 227 - 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...
Página 218 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 62 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 140 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 148 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 256 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Página 66 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.