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... Tears , Idle Tears 589 Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 590 In Memoriam The Eagle 590 592 Maud The Charge of the Light Brigade 592 The Northern Farmer - Old Style 594 The Higher Pantheism Flower in the Crannied Wall The Revenge Rizpah ...
... Tears , Idle Tears 589 Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 590 In Memoriam The Eagle 590 592 Maud The Charge of the Light Brigade 592 The Northern Farmer - Old Style 594 The Higher Pantheism Flower in the Crannied Wall The Revenge Rizpah ...
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... tears . 80 I stood ' mid those concussions , uncon- cerned , Tranquil almost , and careless as a flower Glassed in a green - house , or a parlor shrub That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace , While every bush and tree , the country ...
... tears . 80 I stood ' mid those concussions , uncon- cerned , Tranquil almost , and careless as a flower Glassed in a green - house , or a parlor shrub That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace , While every bush and tree , the country ...
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... tear will start , and let it flow ; Thou " poor Inhabitant below , " At this dread moment - even so- Might we together 45 Have sat and talked where gowans blow , Or on wild heather . 50 What treasures would have then been placed Within ...
... tear will start , and let it flow ; Thou " poor Inhabitant below , " At this dread moment - even so- Might we together 45 Have sat and talked where gowans blow , Or on wild heather . 50 What treasures would have then been placed Within ...
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... tears , and smiles . See , where ' mid work of his own hand. 1 . Alone she cuts and binds the grain And sings a melancholy strain ; Oh listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound . No nightingale did ever chaunt 5 More ...
... tears , and smiles . See , where ' mid work of his own hand. 1 . Alone she cuts and binds the grain And sings a melancholy strain ; Oh listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound . No nightingale did ever chaunt 5 More ...
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... tears . TO A SKY - LARK Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop ...
... tears . TO A SKY - LARK Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop ...
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A Book of English Literature, Selected and Ed, Volume 2 Franklyn Bliss Snyder,Robert Grant Martin Visualização completa - 1916 |
A Book of English Literature, Selected and Ed, Volume 2 Franklyn Bliss Snyder Visualização completa - 1916 |
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ARTEMIDORA beauty Ben Jonson Bonny Dundee breath called Camelot century Christ's Hospital cloud dark dead dear death deep dream earth English essay eyes face Faerie Queene fair father fear feel flowers GEORGE SAINTSBURY glory gray Greek hand hath head hear heard heart human King King Arthur Lady Lady of Shalott leave light literary literature living London look Lord Lyrical Ballads Mary Mother mind moon morning never night o'er once Oxus passed passion poem poet poetry prose rose round Rustum Samian wine seemed sense Shakespeare silent sing Sister Helen sleep smile Sohrab song sonnets soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tion turned verse voice Westminster Abbey wild wind words Wordsworth writing young youth ΙΟ
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Página 459 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 458 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 473 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Página 606 - ... jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)...
Página 633 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 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.
Página 474 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
Página 495 - 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.
Página 473 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Página 591 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 457 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.