A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... land of song . Others on the contrary , of not higher , or perhaps of not nearly so high , a gift , have put a large part of their strength into these occasional poems , and will therefore yield for a volume like the present infinitely ...
... land of song . Others on the contrary , of not higher , or perhaps of not nearly so high , a gift , have put a large part of their strength into these occasional poems , and will therefore yield for a volume like the present infinitely ...
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... land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . 60 The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ' fostering heat , Refreshed with dew and silver ...
... land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . 60 The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ' fostering heat , Refreshed with dew and silver ...
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... land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 ΙΟ William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the flower which lingeringly doth of English ...
... land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 ΙΟ William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the flower which lingeringly doth of English ...
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... ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . Mortality behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within these heaps of stones ; Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who of English Poetry . 53.
... ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . Mortality behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within these heaps of stones ; Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who of English Poetry . 53.
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Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands , Where from their pulpits sealed with dust They preach , ' In greatness is no trust . ' Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That ...
Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands , Where from their pulpits sealed with dust They preach , ' In greatness is no trust . ' Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That ...
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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice weep wild wind woods youth ΙΟ
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Página 252 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...