Poems of Places: England and Wales, Volum 3Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... STREAM OF TIDNA COMBE R. S. Hawker . 257 TILBURY . ELIZABETH AT TILBURY F. T. Palgrave 259 TINTERN ABBEY . TINTERN ABBEY TOWNSTAL TOWNSTAL CHURCH TOWTON AND SAXTON . TOWTON AND SAXTON TREBARRA . THE DEATH - RACE W. Shakespeare .264 ...
... STREAM OF TIDNA COMBE R. S. Hawker . 257 TILBURY . ELIZABETH AT TILBURY F. T. Palgrave 259 TINTERN ABBEY . TINTERN ABBEY TOWNSTAL TOWNSTAL CHURCH TOWTON AND SAXTON . TOWTON AND SAXTON TREBARRA . THE DEATH - RACE W. Shakespeare .264 ...
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... stream . My ramble ended , I returned ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discerned , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropped Impatient swim to meet My quick approach , and soon he dropped The ...
... stream . My ramble ended , I returned ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discerned , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropped Impatient swim to meet My quick approach , and soon he dropped The ...
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... stream - like windings of that glorious street , An eager novice robed in fluttering gown ! William Wordsworth . I ON REVISITING OXFORD . NEVER hear the sound of thy glad bells , Oxford ! and chime harmonious , but I say ( Sighing to ...
... stream - like windings of that glorious street , An eager novice robed in fluttering gown ! William Wordsworth . I ON REVISITING OXFORD . NEVER hear the sound of thy glad bells , Oxford ! and chime harmonious , but I say ( Sighing to ...
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... stream , And o'er their half - built nests with welcome scream The busy rooks fill all the neighboring trees . Be labor lightened by luxurious ease ; Up to the oriel window wheel the chair ( Sweet aid to study the fresh morning air ) ...
... stream , And o'er their half - built nests with welcome scream The busy rooks fill all the neighboring trees . Be labor lightened by luxurious ease ; Up to the oriel window wheel the chair ( Sweet aid to study the fresh morning air ) ...
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... streams of flags and pikes Dashed down each roaring street ; And broader still became the blaze , And louder still the din , As fast from every village round The horse came spurring in ; And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath ...
... streams of flags and pikes Dashed down each roaring street ; And broader still became the blaze , And louder still the din , As fast from every village round The horse came spurring in ; And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Alexander Pope Allen-a-Dale ancient Anne hath Anne Hathaway banks bard beauty Bees beneath blue bower breast breath breeze bright clouds crown dark dead dear deep doth dream earth Ebenezer Elliott erth apon erth fair fame flow flowers gaze gleam glide glory grave gray green grove hear heart heaven Henry Alford hills of Surrey hushed king light lone look lord Michael Drayton mighty mountains Muse Nature's night o'er Otterbourne pale pass peace Penshurst praise pride proud Restormel Richard Penlake river roaring Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock round sail scene shade shore sigh silent silver sing Skiddaw sleep smiling solemn song soul sound spire spirit stars stone STRATFORD-UPON-AVON stream Swanage sweet Thames thee thine thought tide tower trees unto vale voice walls wander waters wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
Populære avsnitt
Side 150 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Side 172 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 174 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Side 265 - So is the equal poise of this fell war. Here on this molehill will I sit me down. To whom God will, there be the victory ! For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too, Have chid me from the battle, swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence. Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain...
Side 174 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 46 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids: Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Side 51 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Side 138 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Side 168 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Side 46 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St.