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... Silent Land , The Future Life , • XV PAGE W. H. Hurlburt . 368 John G. Whittier . 369 Philip Doddridge . 369 Hartley Coleridge . 370 Oliver W. Holmes . 370 Johann W. Von Goethe . 372 Elizabeth Akers . 373 Anonymous . 374 Robert Browning ...
... Silent Land , The Future Life , • XV PAGE W. H. Hurlburt . 368 John G. Whittier . 369 Philip Doddridge . 369 Hartley Coleridge . 370 Oliver W. Holmes . 370 Johann W. Von Goethe . 372 Elizabeth Akers . 373 Anonymous . 374 Robert Browning ...
Σελίδα 1
... silent sister's breast The wild - flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string , And noisy fame is proud to win them ; Alas for those who never sing , But die with all their music in them ! Nay , grieve not for ...
... silent sister's breast The wild - flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string , And noisy fame is proud to win them ; Alas for those who never sing , But die with all their music in them ! Nay , grieve not for ...
Σελίδα 20
... silent we grew , If the robin came too , When he looked up to pray , and then bent down to drink ! Ah , where are the faces , From out thy still places , That so often smiled back in those soft days of May ? As we bent hand in hand ...
... silent we grew , If the robin came too , When he looked up to pray , and then bent down to drink ! Ah , where are the faces , From out thy still places , That so often smiled back in those soft days of May ? As we bent hand in hand ...
Σελίδα 22
... silent sea of pines , How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark , —substantial black , — An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! But when I look again , It is thine own calm home , thy crystal ...
... silent sea of pines , How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark , —substantial black , — An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! But when I look again , It is thine own calm home , thy crystal ...
Σελίδα 23
... silence came-- " Here let the billows stiffen , and have rest ? " Ye ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown ... silent cataracts ! — Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun ...
... silence came-- " Here let the billows stiffen , and have rest ? " Ye ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown ... silent cataracts ! — Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun ...
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English ... Πλήρης προβολή - 1881 |
Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English ... Πλήρης προβολή - 1881 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Σελίδα 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Σελίδα 244 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Σελίδα 240 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Σελίδα 13 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Σελίδα 263 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Σελίδα 245 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Σελίδα 7 - 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 264 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
Σελίδα 265 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.