British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, الجزء 2Curtis Hidden Page B.h. Sanborn & Company, 1910 - 935 من الصفحات |
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... PAINS OF SLEEP . 98 BEAUTY . TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 99 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . SONG , FROM ZAPOLYA ... .... 101 AFTER - THOUGHT ... PAIN .... " THERE ! " SAID A STRIPLING , POINT- ING WITH MEET PRIDE . MOST SWEET IT IS WITH UNUPLIFTED EYES ...
... PAINS OF SLEEP . 98 BEAUTY . TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 99 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . SONG , FROM ZAPOLYA ... .... 101 AFTER - THOUGHT ... PAIN .... " THERE ! " SAID A STRIPLING , POINT- ING WITH MEET PRIDE . MOST SWEET IT IS WITH UNUPLIFTED EYES ...
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... pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what heal- ing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , per- chance- If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes ...
... pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what heal- ing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , per- chance- If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes ...
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... pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her , and looked again : And did not wish her mine ! " Matthew is in his grave , yet now , Methinks , I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 1799 . THE ...
... pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her , and looked again : And did not wish her mine ! " Matthew is in his grave , yet now , Methinks , I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 1799 . THE ...
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... pain till he recovered from his first insen- sibility .... It was then late in the evening , when the light was just going away . " ( Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal , October 3 , 1800. ) THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The ...
... pain till he recovered from his first insen- sibility .... It was then late in the evening , when the light was just going away . " ( Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal , October 3 , 1800. ) THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The ...
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... pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought , As if life's business were a summer mood ; As if all needful things would come un- sought To genial faith , still rich in genial good ; But how ...
... pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought , As if life's business were a summer mood ; As if all needful things would come un- sought To genial faith , still rich in genial good ; But how ...
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arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon dost doth DOWDEN dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel flowers gaze golden grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott leave light lips live look Lord Lord Byron Love's Marmion Matthew Arnold Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Schoeneus Semichorus shade shadow silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro voice wandering waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
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الصفحة 192 - 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!
الصفحة 43 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller...
الصفحة 237 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
الصفحة 239 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
الصفحة 186 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
الصفحة 407 - 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!
الصفحة 562 - 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.
الصفحة 602 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
الصفحة 98 - Rise, O 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.
الصفحة 345 - With thy clear, keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee ; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...