A Household Book of English Poetry, Ausgabe 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 Seiten |
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... Golden Treasury had not so occupied the ground that there was no place for one who should come after . The selection is one made with so exact an acquaintance with the sources from which such a Trea- sury as his should be replenished ...
... Golden Treasury had not so occupied the ground that there was no place for one who should come after . The selection is one made with so exact an acquaintance with the sources from which such a Trea- sury as his should be replenished ...
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... gold , about my silver bowl , Thus rolls the world , the idol of mankind , Whose fruit is fiction , whose foundation ... golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days ...
... gold , about my silver bowl , Thus rolls the world , the idol of mankind , Whose fruit is fiction , whose foundation ... golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days ...
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... golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , 20 25 . And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abread . For joy the birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen 30 Take up their kindly music notes In woods and ...
... golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , 20 25 . And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abread . For joy the birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen 30 Take up their kindly music notes In woods and ...
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... occident With purple sanguine bright . The scarlet nor the golden thread , Who would their beauty try , Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . IIO Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
... occident With purple sanguine bright . The scarlet nor the golden thread , Who would their beauty try , Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . IIO Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
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... golden gyves ? Or having ' scaped , shall I return , And thrust my neck into the noose , From whence so lately I did burn With all my powers myself to loose ? 20 135 25 What bird or beast is known so dull , That fled his cage , or broke ...
... golden gyves ? Or having ' scaped , shall I return , And thrust my neck into the noose , From whence so lately I did burn With all my powers myself to loose ? 20 135 25 What bird or beast is known so dull , That fled his cage , or broke ...
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Seite 248 - 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.
Seite 282 - 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...
Seite 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Seite 257 - 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.
Seite 285 - 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...
Seite 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Seite 339 - 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.
Seite 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 51 - 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.
Seite 293 - 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 shall 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.