English Poetry: Volume 2Collier, 1910 - 1422 sider |
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... FAIR LONGING • FARE THEE WELL THE PRISONER OF CHILLON ON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE THE ISLES OF GREECE . ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY - SIXTH YEAR THOMAS MOORE THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS PRO PATRIA MORI ...
... FAIR LONGING • FARE THEE WELL THE PRISONER OF CHILLON ON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE THE ISLES OF GREECE . ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY - SIXTH YEAR THOMAS MOORE THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS PRO PATRIA MORI ...
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... FAIR INES THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS THE DEATH BED . PAST AND PRESENT . SIR AUBREY DE VERE GLENGARIFF HARTLEY COLERIDGE SHE IS NOT FAIR . JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE TO NIGHT GEORGE DARLEY THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY , LORD ...
... FAIR INES THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS THE DEATH BED . PAST AND PRESENT . SIR AUBREY DE VERE GLENGARIFF HARTLEY COLERIDGE SHE IS NOT FAIR . JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE TO NIGHT GEORGE DARLEY THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY , LORD ...
Side 486
... FAIR HILLS OF IRELAND 947 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT . 948 SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE , 1-44 THE SLEEP 950-968 968 EDWARD FITZGERALD RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYẨM OF NAISHAPUR . . 970 294 WILLIAM COLLINS T [ 1720-1759 ] ...
... FAIR HILLS OF IRELAND 947 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT . 948 SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE , 1-44 THE SLEEP 950-968 968 EDWARD FITZGERALD RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYẨM OF NAISHAPUR . . 970 294 WILLIAM COLLINS T [ 1720-1759 ] ...
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Volume 2. 294 WILLIAM COLLINS T [ 1720-1759 ] FIDELE O fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To ...
Volume 2. 294 WILLIAM COLLINS T [ 1720-1759 ] FIDELE O fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To ...
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... fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong : And from the rocks , the woods , the vale She call'd on Echo still ...
... fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong : And from the rocks , the woods , the vale She call'd on Echo still ...
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English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Volum 41 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Adonais ARTEMIDORA beauty beneath birds bless bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow busk cheek cheerful Christabel cloud Cockpen cold County Guy dæmons dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream Dunblane earth eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle gone grave green grief hame hand happy hast hath HC XLI hear heard heart heaven hills Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar look loud lute maid moon morning mountains ne'er Netherby never night o'er pain pale Roland de Vaux rose round Samian wine seem'd shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weary weep Whig wild wind wings Yarrow youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 691 - 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...
Side 611 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us — cherish— and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity...
Side 668 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Side 899 - 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 ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Side 899 - 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Side 683 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Side 595 - Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain?
Side 664 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Side 963 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Side 896 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...