British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - 458 Seiten |
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... IT NOT BETTER AT AN EARLY HOUR ..... 443 I HELD HER HAND , THE PLEDGE OF BLISS ... 431 I KNOW NOT WHETHER I AM PROUD ... 443 THE DAY RETURNS , MY NATAL DAY ... 448 PAGE PAGE HOW MANY VOICES GAILY SING . 443 A xii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... IT NOT BETTER AT AN EARLY HOUR ..... 443 I HELD HER HAND , THE PLEDGE OF BLISS ... 431 I KNOW NOT WHETHER I AM PROUD ... 443 THE DAY RETURNS , MY NATAL DAY ... 448 PAGE PAGE HOW MANY VOICES GAILY SING . 443 A xii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... SING . 443 A FAREWELL .. 494 TO ROBERT BROWNING . 443 THE VISION OF SIN . 494 ON THE HELLENICS . 444 BREAK , BREAK , BREAK . 497 THRASYMEDES AND EUNOE . 444 THE POET'S SONG ... 497 IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON . 445 LYRICS FROM THE PRINCESS ...
... SING . 443 A FAREWELL .. 494 TO ROBERT BROWNING . 443 THE VISION OF SIN . 494 ON THE HELLENICS . 444 BREAK , BREAK , BREAK . 497 THRASYMEDES AND EUNOE . 444 THE POET'S SONG ... 497 IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON . 445 LYRICS FROM THE PRINCESS ...
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... sing a song to them . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was sister Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ...
... sing a song to them . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was sister Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ...
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... match This water's pleasant tune With some old border - song , or catch That suits a summer's noon ; 66 Or of the church - clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade , That half - mad thing of witty rhymes Which you WORDSWORTH 17.
... match This water's pleasant tune With some old border - song , or catch That suits a summer's noon ; 66 Or of the church - clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade , That half - mad thing of witty rhymes Which you WORDSWORTH 17.
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... sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; 66 And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be a son to thee ! " At this he grasped my hand , and said , " Alas ! that cannot be . " We rose up from the fountain - side ; And down the ...
... sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; 66 And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be a son to thee ! " At this he grasped my hand , and said , " Alas ! that cannot be . " We rose up from the fountain - side ; And down the ...
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Seite 41 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 187 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is 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.
Seite 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Seite 410 - 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'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 33 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Seite 141 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 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.
Seite 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Seite 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Seite 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.