Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα xi
... SUMMER - LANDSCAPE 14 66 AUTUMN LANDSCAPE 14 ( 6 66 WINTER - LANDSCAPE 15 J. F. CROPSEY , N. A ... ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE 18 ALFRED FREDERICKS , A. JULIET TAKING THE OPIATE 23 46 ARIEL AND FERDINAND .... 28 J. F. KENSETT , N. A ...
... SUMMER - LANDSCAPE 14 66 AUTUMN LANDSCAPE 14 ( 6 66 WINTER - LANDSCAPE 15 J. F. CROPSEY , N. A ... ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE 18 ALFRED FREDERICKS , A. JULIET TAKING THE OPIATE 23 46 ARIEL AND FERDINAND .... 28 J. F. KENSETT , N. A ...
Σελίδα xii
... SUMMER MORN .... V. NEHLIG , N. A .. ALEXANDER'S FEAST J. MCENTEE , N. A. TWILIGHT . W. WHITTREDGE , N. A. THE WESTERN WILD ...... V. NEHLIG , N. A. THE HERMIT ..... G. H. SMILLIE , A. EARLY DAWN W. J. HENNESSY , N. A. THE SCHOOL ...
... SUMMER MORN .... V. NEHLIG , N. A .. ALEXANDER'S FEAST J. MCENTEE , N. A. TWILIGHT . W. WHITTREDGE , N. A. THE WESTERN WILD ...... V. NEHLIG , N. A. THE HERMIT ..... G. H. SMILLIE , A. EARLY DAWN W. J. HENNESSY , N. A. THE SCHOOL ...
Σελίδα 8
... Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete , with new repaired scale ; The adder all her slough away she flings ; The swift ...
... Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete , with new repaired scale ; The adder all her slough away she flings ; The swift ...
Σελίδα 22
... summer's dawn ; -pouring on our souls all the freshness and cheerfulness of the returning sunlight ? Look , love ! what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day Stands ...
... summer's dawn ; -pouring on our souls all the freshness and cheerfulness of the returning sunlight ? Look , love ! what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day Stands ...
Σελίδα 29
... summer , merrily : Merrily , merrily , shall I live now , Under the blossom that hangs on the bough . From Cymbeline : - Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On ...
... summer , merrily : Merrily , merrily , shall I live now , Under the blossom that hangs on the bough . From Cymbeline : - Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On ...
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angels Annabel Lee Babie Bell bard beautiful bells beneath bird bless blest bloom bower breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb charm child clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Dismal Swamp doth dream earth ELIZA COOK eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers gentle glory glow golden grace grave green happy hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lines live lonely look lyre lyric melody merry merry heart Mighty winds mind moon morning muse Nature's never night noble numbers o'er old oaken bucket passage pleasure poem poet poetry rill ROBERT LOWELL rose round shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet Tabard tears tell thee thine thought toil trees Twas verse voice wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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Σελίδα 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Σελίδα 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Σελίδα 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Σελίδα 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Σελίδα 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Σελίδα 274 - 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 noonday 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. 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.
Σελίδα 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Σελίδα 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Σελίδα 63 - 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.
Σελίδα 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.