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Σελίδα ix
... leaves . " - Byron's rare talent is conspicuously partial . He has not sweet- ness , nor solid knowledge , nor lofty aim . He had a rare skill for rhythm , unmatched facility of expression , a firm , ductile thread of gold . His rhymes ...
... leaves . " - Byron's rare talent is conspicuously partial . He has not sweet- ness , nor solid knowledge , nor lofty aim . He had a rare skill for rhythm , unmatched facility of expression , a firm , ductile thread of gold . His rhymes ...
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... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead ... leave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ...
... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead ... leave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ...
Σελίδα 8
... leave us free . CHANNING . " HERE let us live and spend away our lives , " Said once Fortunio , " while below , absorbed , The riotous careering race of man , Intent on gain or war , pour out their news . Let us bring in a chosen ...
... leave us free . CHANNING . " HERE let us live and spend away our lives , " Said once Fortunio , " while below , absorbed , The riotous careering race of man , Intent on gain or war , pour out their news . Let us bring in a chosen ...
Σελίδα 19
... leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine , or monumental oak , Where the ...
... leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine , or monumental oak , Where the ...
Σελίδα 35
... leaves one by one fall away : They are gone , they are gone ; but I go not with them , I linger to weep o'er its desolate stem . They say if I rove to the south I shall meet With hundreds of roses more fair and more sweet ; But my heart ...
... leaves one by one fall away : They are gone , they are gone ; but I go not with them , I linger to weep o'er its desolate stem . They say if I rove to the south I shall meet With hundreds of roses more fair and more sweet ; But my heart ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow Bonduca brave breast breath brow busk Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun mind morn ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Osawatomie pray roar rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind word WORDSWORTH
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Σελίδα 230 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Σελίδα 77 - 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. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Σελίδα 29 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's 1 waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim. But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
Σελίδα 34 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Σελίδα 171 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide...
Σελίδα 101 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Σελίδα 222 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Σελίδα 211 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Σελίδα 38 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
Σελίδα 102 - ... Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.