The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English LanguageGowans & Gray, 1903 - 143 páginas |
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... Edition . MATTHEW ARNOLD . The Forsaken Merman . COME , dear children , let us away ; Down and away below . Now my brothers call from the bay ; Now the great winds shorewards blow ; Now the salt tides seawards flow ; Now the wild white ...
... Edition . MATTHEW ARNOLD . The Forsaken Merman . COME , dear children , let us away ; Down and away below . Now my brothers call from the bay ; Now the great winds shorewards blow ; Now the salt tides seawards flow ; Now the wild white ...
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... Edition . ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD . Life . Animula , vagula , blandula . LIFE ! I know not what thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me's a secret yet . But this I know , when thou ...
... Edition . ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD . Life . Animula , vagula , blandula . LIFE ! I know not what thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me's a secret yet . But this I know , when thou ...
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... Edition . ROBERT BROWNING . Song from " Pippa Passes . " THE year's at the spring And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hill - side's dew - pearled ; 5 . 6 . The lark's on the wing ; ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD . Passes, • Pippa.
... Edition . ROBERT BROWNING . Song from " Pippa Passes . " THE year's at the spring And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven ; The hill - side's dew - pearled ; 5 . 6 . The lark's on the wing ; ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD . Passes, • Pippa.
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... Edition . 9 . ROBERT BURNS . The Silver Tassie . I. GO , fetch to me a pint o ' wine , And fill it in a silver tassie , That I may drink before I go A service to my bonie lassie ! The boat rocks at the pier o ' Leith , Fu ' loud the ...
... Edition . 9 . ROBERT BURNS . The Silver Tassie . I. GO , fetch to me a pint o ' wine , And fill it in a silver tassie , That I may drink before I go A service to my bonie lassie ! The boat rocks at the pier o ' Leith , Fu ' loud the ...
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... few , shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet , turf beneath their feet , And every Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . 1809 Edition . 21. Say not the Struggle Nought availeth . 22 . 24 THOMAS CAMPBELL .
... few , shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet , turf beneath their feet , And every Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . 1809 Edition . 21. Say not the Struggle Nought availeth . 22 . 24 THOMAS CAMPBELL .
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AE fond kiss ALEXANDER POPE Arethuse beautiful ANNABEL LEE beneath birds blest bonie breast breath bright bright eyes brow canst child cloud dark darling buds dead death deep dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fear flowers glory golden slumber grave green happy hast hath haunt hear heard heart heaven hill holy John John Anderson kisses LADY NAIRNE land leal leaves light live look loud luve Lycidas Melancholy moan moon morn mountains Muse ne'er never night o'er old familiar faces Orpheus pale peace Pippa Passes praise rose Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shepherds shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream summer's lease sweet tears Text Thammuz thee thine thou art thought trees unseen voice waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings youth
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Página 49 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 89 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves, and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Página 70 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 50 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 107 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 77 - Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running,' Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Página 125 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; 10 But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Página 76 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, no And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 96 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 53 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?