The Book of Poetry: Collected from the Whole Field of British and American Poetry. Also Translations of Important Poems from Foreign Languages, Volumen6Edwin Markham W.H. Wise & Company, 1927 - 3243 páginas |
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Página 1521
... green ; With him , a roving Bedouin , He lived ( none else would he obey Through all the hot Arabian day ) And died untamed upon the sands Where Balkh amidst the desert stands ! A Petition to Time This lyric was written on the 1521 ...
... green ; With him , a roving Bedouin , He lived ( none else would he obey Through all the hot Arabian day ) And died untamed upon the sands Where Balkh amidst the desert stands ! A Petition to Time This lyric was written on the 1521 ...
Página 1530
... green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in ...
... green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in ...
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... white lips- " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " 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 1539 LORD BYRON.
... white lips- " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " 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 1539 LORD BYRON.
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... Green and of a mild declivity , the last As ' twere the cape of a long ridge of such , Save that there was no sea to lave its base , But a most living landscape , and the wave Of woods and cornfields , and the abodes of men Scattered at ...
... Green and of a mild declivity , the last As ' twere the cape of a long ridge of such , Save that there was no sea to lave its base , But a most living landscape , and the wave Of woods and cornfields , and the abodes of men Scattered at ...
Página 1570
... rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - wingèd thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain 1570 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
... rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - wingèd thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain 1570 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath blood breath bright brow burning Byron Camelot clouds cold Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream earth echoes ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENGLAND eternal eyes fair fall fear flowers gaze gentle gleaming gloom glory golden gone grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven horned owl hour isle John Keats Keats King King Arthur Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena leaves light lips live Locksley Hall lonely look moon morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er pain pale passion poem poet river ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER rose round shadow shine shore sighs silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY thou art thought voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
Pasajes populares
Página 1816 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Página 1644 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 1530 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,— friend, foe,— in one red burial blent!
Página 1559 - 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 1634 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 1787 - Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 1637 - 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 1624 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas? the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine 1 Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod : They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! MRS.
Página 1594 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Página 1635 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.