An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 من الصفحات |
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... 90 Dirge 91 • Bridal Song 92 " Sweet Echo " 93 On May Morning . · 94 The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn " To Gather Flowers Sappha Went " • 95 99 To Meadows 100 To Charlotte Pulteney Introduction to Songs of [ v ]
... 90 Dirge 91 • Bridal Song 92 " Sweet Echo " 93 On May Morning . · 94 The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn " To Gather Flowers Sappha Went " • 95 99 To Meadows 100 To Charlotte Pulteney Introduction to Songs of [ v ]
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... 91 Bridal Song 92 " Sweet Echo " 93 On May Morning 94 The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn " To Gather Flowers Sappha Went " 95 • 99 To Meadows To Charlotte Pulteney Introduction to Songs of Innocence [ v ] CONTENTS.
... 91 Bridal Song 92 " Sweet Echo " 93 On May Morning 94 The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn " To Gather Flowers Sappha Went " 95 • 99 To Meadows To Charlotte Pulteney Introduction to Songs of Innocence [ v ] CONTENTS.
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... flower , and he ' would soon begin to seek it in bricks and mortar . But what would he do with the soul when he got it ? And after reading the sonnet again and considering the general tone of it , I discovered a carefully con- cealed ...
... flower , and he ' would soon begin to seek it in bricks and mortar . But what would he do with the soul when he got it ? And after reading the sonnet again and considering the general tone of it , I discovered a carefully con- cealed ...
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... The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Time cannot wither nor custom stale a dream - flower [ 29 ]
... The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can , Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky . Time cannot wither nor custom stale a dream - flower [ 29 ]
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... flower like this one ; creating out of itself , the mind gave birth belike to immortality . FREEMAN . The lines are ... flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all [ 30 ]
... flower like this one ; creating out of itself , the mind gave birth belike to immortality . FREEMAN . The lines are ... flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all [ 30 ]
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anthology aweary beautiful Ben Jonson birds blow blue breath bright Camelot cloud Corot Courbet Cuckoo dance dead delight echoes Echoing Green eyes fair fairy father feet flowers FREEMAN Gold wings golden greasy Joan doth green hair HAMADRYAD hang hark Haunted Palace hear heard hill Joan doth keel keel the pot kiss LA MARE Lady of Shalott lark laugh light linnet live Love good-morrow lulla lullaby maiden Manet MARE married ear merrily merry note mind Mocks married MOORE morality morn Muses never night Norton Wood painter painting Percy Bysshe Shelley picture pipe poem poets and poetesses pure poetry RHAICOS river roses Samuel Taylor Coleridge shepherds Sing willow sings the staring sleep song soul Spring sweet tell thee thou thoughts tree trilogy Tu-who Ulalume verses weep William Blake William Shakespeare wind woods yellow
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الصفحة 102 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
الصفحة 68 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 137 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
الصفحة 77 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
الصفحة 61 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
الصفحة 108 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
الصفحة 80 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
الصفحة 102 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
الصفحة 133 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
الصفحة 23 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!