Little Masterpieces of English Poetry, Volum 1Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... And she has drank a sleepy draught , That she had mix'd wi ' care . And pale , pale grew her rosy cheek , That was sae bright of blee ; 85 90 95 And she seemed to be as surely dead As any 14 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... And she has drank a sleepy draught , That she had mix'd wi ' care . And pale , pale grew her rosy cheek , That was sae bright of blee ; 85 90 95 And she seemed to be as surely dead As any 14 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... bright , Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white . Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue . " Though battle call me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though ...
... bright , Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white . Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue . " Though battle call me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though ...
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... and dim her eyes so bright , Her form decayed by pining , Till through her wasted hand at night You saw the taper shining ; 8 By fits , a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek 39 The Maid of Neidpath Scott The Maid of Neidpath Scott.
... and dim her eyes so bright , Her form decayed by pining , Till through her wasted hand at night You saw the taper shining ; 8 By fits , a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek 39 The Maid of Neidpath Scott The Maid of Neidpath Scott.
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... bright ; And that he knew it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And that unknowing what he did , He leaped amid a murderous band , And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land ! And how she wept , and clasped his ...
... bright ; And that he knew it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And that unknowing what he did , He leaped amid a murderous band , And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land ! And how she wept , and clasped his ...
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... she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous Bride . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . 76 80 84 88 92 96 GLENKINDIE ABOUT Glenkindie and his man , A false ballant 47 Love Coleridge.
... she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous Bride . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . 76 80 84 88 92 96 GLENKINDIE ABOUT Glenkindie and his man , A false ballant 47 Love Coleridge.
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ancient Mariner Annabel Lee auld ballads bells blood bonny Bonny Dundee breath bride bright Brignall Brignall banks Camelot cried Cusha dead dear death English eyes fair fast fear fell frae gallant gane gay goshawk Glenkindie green Greta woods gude hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven HIND HORN Kemp Owyne kirk kiss knee Lady of Shalott land light Little John look look'd Lord loud maiden mair maun moon mother nane ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Percy poems quoth Rafe red gowd ring Robin Hood rode round sails sall sang Scot Scots kirk ship sing Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter slain smile song soul spake steed stood storm sweet sword ta'en tell thee There's thou thro tree true Thomas turn'd uppe waly wave weel wild wind wine Yarrow young Beichan
Populære avsnitt
Side 274 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 306 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Side 57 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Side 73 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Side 307 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a...
Side 309 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.
Side 308 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 56 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Side 307 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?
Side 310 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!