The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 من الصفحات |
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... mountain grey , And lake , dim gleaming on the smoky lawn : Far to the West the long , long vale withdrawn , Where ... mountains now emboss'd ! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the ...
... mountain grey , And lake , dim gleaming on the smoky lawn : Far to the West the long , long vale withdrawn , Where ... mountains now emboss'd ! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the ...
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... mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide , The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The ...
... mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide , The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The ...
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... mountain rose with easy swell , Whose long , long groves eternal murmur made : And toward the western sun a streamlet fell , Where , through the cliffs , the eye remote survey'd Blue hills , and glittering waves , and skies in gold ...
... mountain rose with easy swell , Whose long , long groves eternal murmur made : And toward the western sun a streamlet fell , Where , through the cliffs , the eye remote survey'd Blue hills , and glittering waves , and skies in gold ...
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... mountain air , To my light spirit care was yet unknown , And evil unforeseen : -early it came , FROM " BEACHY HEAD . " And childhood scarcely past. FROM " BEACHY HEAD . " THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . 31 Ditto Ditto BEACHY HEAD"
... mountain air , To my light spirit care was yet unknown , And evil unforeseen : -early it came , FROM " BEACHY HEAD . " And childhood scarcely past. FROM " BEACHY HEAD . " THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . 31 Ditto Ditto BEACHY HEAD"
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... mountains mountains urge ; Wave over wave the driving desert swims , Bursts o'er their heads , inhumes their struggling limbs ; Man mounts on man , on camels camels rush , Hosts march o'er hosts , and nations nations crush , - Wheeling ...
... mountains mountains urge ; Wave over wave the driving desert swims , Bursts o'er their heads , inhumes their struggling limbs ; Man mounts on man , on camels camels rush , Hosts march o'er hosts , and nations nations crush , - Wheeling ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers fond friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour Kilmeny knew Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks round round the twisted scene seem'd shade shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth
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الصفحة 467 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
الصفحة 137 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 138 - 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, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
الصفحة 137 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 441 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
الصفحة 454 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
الصفحة 155 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
الصفحة 442 - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.
الصفحة 20 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
الصفحة 192 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...