The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volum 4,Sider 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 sider |
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... Dream Bayard Taylor 1568 William Dimond 1569 The Inchcape Rock . The Sea . The Sands of Dee The Three Fishers . Ballad .... .Robert Southey 1571 Richard Henry Stoddard 1573 Charles Kingsley 1573 .Charles Kingsley 1574 .Harriet Prescott ...
... Dream Bayard Taylor 1568 William Dimond 1569 The Inchcape Rock . The Sea . The Sands of Dee The Three Fishers . Ballad .... .Robert Southey 1571 Richard Henry Stoddard 1573 Charles Kingsley 1573 .Charles Kingsley 1574 .Harriet Prescott ...
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... dream Fair naiads plashing in the stream , While graceful limbs and tresses gleam Along the dim green shade . The Pipe of Pan The cool brook runs as clear 1262 Poems of Nature The Pipe of The Golden Silence Song, "Phoebus, arise" Hymn ...
... dream Fair naiads plashing in the stream , While graceful limbs and tresses gleam Along the dim green shade . The Pipe of Pan The cool brook runs as clear 1262 Poems of Nature The Pipe of The Golden Silence Song, "Phoebus, arise" Hymn ...
Side 1270
... dream - element . Some held the Light , while those remaining Shook out their harvest - colored wings , A faint unusual music raining , ( Whose sound was Light ) on earthly things . They sang , and as a mighty river Their voices washed ...
... dream - element . Some held the Light , while those remaining Shook out their harvest - colored wings , A faint unusual music raining , ( Whose sound was Light ) on earthly things . They sang , and as a mighty river Their voices washed ...
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... dream , And the water - lilies gleam Up to the sun ; When the hot and burdened day Rests on its downward way , When the moth forgets to play , And the plodding ant may dream her work is done , — Then , from the noise of war And the din ...
... dream , And the water - lilies gleam Up to the sun ; When the hot and burdened day Rests on its downward way , When the moth forgets to play , And the plodding ant may dream her work is done , — Then , from the noise of war And the din ...
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... dream of pleasure dieth ; Now the once blue , laughing sky / Saddens into gray , And the frozen rivers sigh , Pining all away ! Now , how solemn are the times ! The Winter times ! the Night times ! Yet , be merry ; all around Is through ...
... dream of pleasure dieth ; Now the once blue , laughing sky / Saddens into gray , And the frozen rivers sigh , Pining all away ! Now , how solemn are the times ! The Winter times ! the Night times ! Yet , be merry ; all around Is through ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn beauty bird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts chee clouds comes creeping daisies dark dead deep dost doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flowers frost garden gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee thine things thou art Vincent Bourne violets voice wander waves weary William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
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Side 1536 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Side 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Side 1425 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Side 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Side 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Side 1503 - 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...
Side 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Side 1373 - I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret ' By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Side 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.