Class-book of English poetry, Τόμος 21866 |
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Σελίδα 187
... his throne of leather , And covets not the tyrant's crown , Where clustered jewels gather : High prizes he the soul that's free , The mind by power unbroken ; To him loud mirth and jocund glee Are freedom's language ENGLISH POETRY . 187.
... his throne of leather , And covets not the tyrant's crown , Where clustered jewels gather : High prizes he the soul that's free , The mind by power unbroken ; To him loud mirth and jocund glee Are freedom's language ENGLISH POETRY . 187.
Σελίδα 216
... crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy clang , As of steel - girt men the tread , And the tombs and the hollow pavements rang With a sounding thrill of dread ; And the holy chant was hushed a while , As ...
... crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy clang , As of steel - girt men the tread , And the tombs and the hollow pavements rang With a sounding thrill of dread ; And the holy chant was hushed a while , As ...
Σελίδα 217
... crown , my sire , To hear thee bless thy son . Speak to me ! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me , but hear me ! —father , chief , My king ! I must be heard ! Hushed , hushed ! -how is it that I call , And that thou ...
... crown , my sire , To hear thee bless thy son . Speak to me ! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me , but hear me ! —father , chief , My king ! I must be heard ! Hushed , hushed ! -how is it that I call , And that thou ...
Σελίδα 227
... crown , And rest beneath my branches thick and bright ; The squirrel on the spray Kept swinging all the day , And the song - birds chattered to me through the night . The dreaming poet laid His soft harp in my shade And sung my beauty ...
... crown , And rest beneath my branches thick and bright ; The squirrel on the spray Kept swinging all the day , And the song - birds chattered to me through the night . The dreaming poet laid His soft harp in my shade And sung my beauty ...
Σελίδα 230
... crown ! She saw no purples shine , For tears had dimmed her eyes ; She only knew her childhood's flowers Were happier pageantries ! And while her heralds played their part Those million shouts to drown- " God save the Queen ! " from ...
... crown ! She saw no purples shine , For tears had dimmed her eyes ; She only knew her childhood's flowers Were happier pageantries ! And while her heralds played their part Those million shouts to drown- " God save the Queen ! " from ...
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Argentine art thou bells beneath bless bless'd blood blow brave breast breath bright brow cheek chestnut horse child cloud cold cried crown dark dead death deep doth dread dream earth faint fair father fear flag of England gallant galloped gaze gleam Glenara gold grave grief guilders hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre king King of kings Lady Clare laugh light Lochinvar looked Lord William loud mighty morning mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night o'er ocean pale pray prayer rest roar rock Rosabelle round sail Saxon shore sigh silence SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile soul sound spear stars stood storm stream sweet sword Talitha Cumi tears tell thee thine throne Tis green tree Twas village maid voice wave weary weep wept Weser wild wind
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Σελίδα 280 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Σελίδα 344 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Σελίδα 301 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Σελίδα 315 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Σελίδα 300 - Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Σελίδα 299 - 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.
Σελίδα 274 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Σελίδα 330 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Σελίδα 281 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Σελίδα 289 - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — 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