Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 páginas |
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... doth raise , Milton , .. 64 Fear no more the heat of the sun , .. .. Shakspeare , 33 For who did ever yet in honour , wealth , Full fathom five thy father lies , .. Davies , 42 .. Shakspeare , 25 Full many a glorious morning have I seen ...
... doth raise , Milton , .. 64 Fear no more the heat of the sun , .. .. Shakspeare , 33 For who did ever yet in honour , wealth , Full fathom five thy father lies , .. Davies , 42 .. Shakspeare , 25 Full many a glorious morning have I seen ...
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... doth fade , Look how the lark soars upward and is gone , Shakspeare , Gray , Drummond , Hood , .. Doyle , .. 327 .. King , .. 56 .. Clough , 241 .. E. B. Browning , 235 MacDonald , 312 .. 27 .. 95 .. 337 .. .. 348 26 INDEX OF FIRST ...
... doth fade , Look how the lark soars upward and is gone , Shakspeare , Gray , Drummond , Hood , .. Doyle , .. 327 .. King , .. 56 .. Clough , 241 .. E. B. Browning , 235 MacDonald , 312 .. 27 .. 95 .. 337 .. .. 348 26 INDEX OF FIRST ...
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... doth beauty beauteous seem , Shakspeare , 62 6 * 335 239 Milton , David Gray , Campbell , 64 .. 351 166 .. .. 336 Oh , Mary , go and call the cattle home , Oh , reader ! hast thou ever stood to see , ·· Kingsley , .. Southey , 303 ...
... doth beauty beauteous seem , Shakspeare , 62 6 * 335 239 Milton , David Gray , Campbell , 64 .. 351 166 .. .. 336 Oh , Mary , go and call the cattle home , Oh , reader ! hast thou ever stood to see , ·· Kingsley , .. Southey , 303 ...
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... DOTH GLANCE FROM HEAVEN TO EARTH , FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN . " - SHAKSPEARE . " THE POET'S PEN IS THE TRUE DIVINING ROD WHICH TREMBLES TOWARDS THE INNER FOUNTS OF FEELING . " - BAILEY . THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN . [ EDWARD II . was ...
... DOTH GLANCE FROM HEAVEN TO EARTH , FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN . " - SHAKSPEARE . " THE POET'S PEN IS THE TRUE DIVINING ROD WHICH TREMBLES TOWARDS THE INNER FOUNTS OF FEELING . " - BAILEY . THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN . [ EDWARD II . was ...
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... doth oft renew : The fire that all things eke consumeth clean May hurt and heal : then , if that this be true , I trust some time my harm may be my health , Since every woe is joinèd with some wealth . [ Sir THOMAS WYATT , 1503-1542 ...
... doth oft renew : The fire that all things eke consumeth clean May hurt and heal : then , if that this be true , I trust some time my harm may be my health , Since every woe is joinèd with some wealth . [ Sir THOMAS WYATT , 1503-1542 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER SELKIRK BATTLE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT BATTLE OF IVRY BEAUTY beneath bird Bishop Bruno blessed blest born brave breast breath bright Britannia CAMPBELL cloud COWPER dark death deep delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS Henry Honour HOPE hour JOHN MILTON King land light live look Lord maid MELROSE ABBEY MICHAEL DRAYTON MILTON MIND moon morning mountain MUSIC NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never night numbers o'er poem poet praise pride Queen Mab ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin round Rule Britannia shade SHELLEY shining shore sing sleep smile song SOUL sound SOUTHEY spirit spring stars storm sweet Tell thee thine THINGS THOMAS CAMPBELL thought trees voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WORDSWORTH youth
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Página 197 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Página 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Página 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Página 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Página 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Página 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!