Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 Seiten |
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... rounded and polished by the brook - a leaf dancing in the sunshine - a waggon , lumbering and creaking along the dusty highway - even a meek ass grazing upon the common , and shaking its passive ears at the oaths and blows of the ...
... rounded and polished by the brook - a leaf dancing in the sunshine - a waggon , lumbering and creaking along the dusty highway - even a meek ass grazing upon the common , and shaking its passive ears at the oaths and blows of the ...
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... rounded cork , or paper ball ; Nor chides thee on thy wicked watch The ends of ravell'd skein to catch , - But lets thee have thy wayward will , Perplexing oft her sober skill . Even he , whose mind of gloomy bent , In lonely tower or ...
... rounded cork , or paper ball ; Nor chides thee on thy wicked watch The ends of ravell'd skein to catch , - But lets thee have thy wayward will , Perplexing oft her sober skill . Even he , whose mind of gloomy bent , In lonely tower or ...
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... round his seat , His heart with pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless pus , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy ...
... round his seat , His heart with pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless pus , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy ...
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... round the grass - grown dewy border beats , On either side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its ...
... round the grass - grown dewy border beats , On either side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its ...
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... round , When on some eminence he takes his stand , To judge the smiling produce of the land . Here Vanity slinks back , her head to hide : What is there here to flatter human pride ? The towering fabric , or the dome's loud roar , And ...
... round , When on some eminence he takes his stand , To judge the smiling produce of the land . Here Vanity slinks back , her head to hide : What is there here to flatter human pride ? The towering fabric , or the dome's loud roar , And ...
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art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Isle of Palms king labours lady light living lonely look look'd Lord Lord Byron loud lyre maid Martyr of Antioch mind misanthropy morning mountain never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry poor pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought tree trembling turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind young youth
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Seite 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Seite 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Seite 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Seite 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Seite 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Seite 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Seite 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.