The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 23
... deep - tangled wild - wood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! The wide - spreading pond , and the mill that stood by it , The bridge , and the rock where the cataract fell , The cot of my father , the dairy - house nigh it ...
... deep - tangled wild - wood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! The wide - spreading pond , and the mill that stood by it , The bridge , and the rock where the cataract fell , The cot of my father , the dairy - house nigh it ...
Σελίδα 30
... deep , like the hidden sleep Of him He loved so well . A FAREWELL.- Tennyson . FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . Flow , softly flow , by lawn ...
... deep , like the hidden sleep Of him He loved so well . A FAREWELL.- Tennyson . FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . Flow , softly flow , by lawn ...
Σελίδα 31
John Charles Curtis. If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I shall ride and sleep . I love ( oh how I love ) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloft his ...
John Charles Curtis. If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I shall ride and sleep . I love ( oh how I love ) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloft his ...
Σελίδα 36
... deep in foam the ship Ploughs onward to the blast . What care the mariners for gales ? There's music in their roar , When wide the berth along the lee , And leagues of room before . Let billows toss to mountain heights , Or sink to ...
... deep in foam the ship Ploughs onward to the blast . What care the mariners for gales ? There's music in their roar , When wide the berth along the lee , And leagues of room before . Let billows toss to mountain heights , Or sink to ...
Σελίδα 44
... deep With their conch the kindred league shall proclaim , Then let the world combine- O'er the main our naval line , Like the milky - way , shall shine Bright in fame ! Though ages long have passed Since our fathers left their home ...
... deep With their conch the kindred league shall proclaim , Then let the world combine- O'er the main our naval line , Like the milky - way , shall shine Bright in fame ! Though ages long have passed Since our fathers left their home ...
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Angel arms bear beneath blood brave breath bright child Church cloud crown dark dead dear death deep died dream earth England eyes face fair fall fear feel feet field flower give grace grave green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope keep King land late leaves light living look Lord lost meet morning mother mountain Nature ne'er never night o'er once pass past play rain rest rise rock roll rose round shine shore sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stone stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder Till trees turned voice watch wave weep wild wind
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Σελίδα 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Σελίδα 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Σελίδα 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Σελίδα 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Σελίδα 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Σελίδα 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Σελίδα 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Σελίδα 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Σελίδα 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Σελίδα 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...