The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1890 - 862 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 5
... wild vine slipping down leaves bare Her bright breast shortening into sighs ; APRIL . The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves , But the berried ivy catches and cleaves To the limbs that glitter , the feet that scare The wolf ...
... wild vine slipping down leaves bare Her bright breast shortening into sighs ; APRIL . The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves , But the berried ivy catches and cleaves To the limbs that glitter , the feet that scare The wolf ...
Σελίδα 15
... wild and saucy song Leaps and skips the notes among , With such quick and sportive play , Ne'er was madder , merrier lay . Gayest songster of the Spring ! Thy melodies before me bring Visions of some dream - built land , Where , by ...
... wild and saucy song Leaps and skips the notes among , With such quick and sportive play , Ne'er was madder , merrier lay . Gayest songster of the Spring ! Thy melodies before me bring Visions of some dream - built land , Where , by ...
Σελίδα 24
... wild wind went moaning everywhere , Lamenting the dead children of the air . But the next Spring , a stranger sight was seen , A sight that never yet by bard was sung , As great a wonder as it would have been If some dumb animal had ...
... wild wind went moaning everywhere , Lamenting the dead children of the air . But the next Spring , a stranger sight was seen , A sight that never yet by bard was sung , As great a wonder as it would have been If some dumb animal had ...
Σελίδα 33
... Wild bramble of the brake ! So , put thou forth thy small white rose ; I love it for his sake . Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers , Thou needst not be ashamed to show Thy satin - threaded flowers ; For ...
... Wild bramble of the brake ! So , put thou forth thy small white rose ; I love it for his sake . Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers , Thou needst not be ashamed to show Thy satin - threaded flowers ; For ...
Σελίδα 40
... wild , unquenched , deep - sunken , old - world pain - Say , will it never heal ? And can this fragrant lawn , With its cool trees , and night , And the sweet , tranquil Thames , And moonshine , and the dew , To thy racked heart and ...
... wild , unquenched , deep - sunken , old - world pain - Say , will it never heal ? And can this fragrant lawn , With its cool trees , and night , And the sweet , tranquil Thames , And moonshine , and the dew , To thy racked heart and ...
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HOUSEHOLD BK OF POETRY Charles a. (Charles Anderson) 181 Dana Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
19th Century ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath Binnorie birds blue bonny Born Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child cloud dark dead dear death deep died doth dream earth England eyes face fair fear flowers friends gentle golden grave gray green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord maid merry milldams moon morning ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT HERRICK rose round Scotland shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Yarrow young Beichan
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Σελίδα 247 - 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.
Σελίδα 164 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Σελίδα 665 - Now - now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of...
Σελίδα 614 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song...
Σελίδα 615 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Σελίδα 779 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages.
Σελίδα 643 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Σελίδα 619 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side : Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Σελίδα 110 - Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me : Rise, oh ever rise ! Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth ! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Σελίδα 86 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...