The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 Seiten |
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... seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak , Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , " And soon they all say , Such , such were the joys When we all - girls and boys- In ...
... seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak , Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , " And soon they all say , Such , such were the joys When we all - girls and boys- In ...
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... seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such Music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made , XII But when of old the sons of morning sung ...
... seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such Music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made , XII But when of old the sons of morning sung ...
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... seen In Memphian Grove , or Green , Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The sable ...
... seen In Memphian Grove , or Green , Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The sable ...
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... seen ? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills ? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills ? Bring me my Bow of burning gold ! Bring me my Arrows of desire ! Bring me my Spear ! O clouds ...
... seen ? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills ? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills ? Bring me my Bow of burning gold ! Bring me my Arrows of desire ! Bring me my Spear ! O clouds ...
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... seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place . I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The ...
... seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place . I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The ...
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A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mirth mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem Quinquereme rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stood stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth
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Seite 175 - 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!
Seite 163 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 16 - 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. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 175 - 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 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 162 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Seite 205 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Seite 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Seite 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.