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الصفحة 18
... hear Of wisdom and of law . Or over hills with peaky tops engrail'd , And many a tract of palm and rice , Throne of Indian Gama slowly sail'd A summer fann'd with spice . Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasp'd , From off her shoulder ...
... hear Of wisdom and of law . Or over hills with peaky tops engrail'd , And many a tract of palm and rice , Throne of Indian Gama slowly sail'd A summer fann'd with spice . Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasp'd , From off her shoulder ...
الصفحة 26
... hear each other's whisper'd speech ; Eating the Lotos day by day , To watch the crisping ripples on the beach , And tender curving lines of creamy spray ; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild - minded ...
... hear each other's whisper'd speech ; Eating the Lotos day by day , To watch the crisping ripples on the beach , And tender curving lines of creamy spray ; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild - minded ...
الصفحة 38
... hear thee not at all , or hoarse As when a hawker hawks his wares . Take warning ! he that will not sing While yon sun prospers in the blue , Shall sing for want , ere leaves are new , Caught in the frozen palms of Spring . Poems . The ...
... hear thee not at all , or hoarse As when a hawker hawks his wares . Take warning ! he that will not sing While yon sun prospers in the blue , Shall sing for want , ere leaves are new , Caught in the frozen palms of Spring . Poems . The ...
الصفحة 72
... hear me for I bear , Tho ' man , yet human , whatsoe'er your wrongs , From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a life Less mine than yours : my nurse would tell me of you ; I babbled for you , as babies for the moon , Vague brightness ...
... hear me for I bear , Tho ' man , yet human , whatsoe'er your wrongs , From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a life Less mine than yours : my nurse would tell me of you ; I babbled for you , as babies for the moon , Vague brightness ...
الصفحة 92
... the head Which sleeps or wears the mask of sleep , And come , whatever loves to weep , And hear the ritual of the dead . XXVIII . АH ! bene sors aliquid vano concessit amori 92 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 'Tis well; 'tis something; we may ...
... the head Which sleeps or wears the mask of sleep , And come , whatever loves to weep , And hear the ritual of the dead . XXVIII . АH ! bene sors aliquid vano concessit amori 92 HORAE TENNYSONIANAE . 'Tis well; 'tis something; we may ...
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الصفحة 62 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
الصفحة 18 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
الصفحة 24 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whispered speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
الصفحة 4 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; 142 The Epic 143 " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
الصفحة 22 - We will return no more" ; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.
الصفحة 27 - BRITISH NOVELISTS AND THEIR STYLES. Being a Critical Sketch of the History of British Prose Fiction. Crown 8vo. "Js. (>d. " Valuable for its lucid analysis of fundamental principles, its breadth of view, and sustained animation of style.
الصفحة 74 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
الصفحة 36 - Morte d'Arthur.— SIR THOMAS MALORY'S BOOK OF KING ARTHUR AND OF HIS NOBLE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE. The original Edition of CAXTON, revised for Modern Use. With an Introduction by Sir EDWARD STRACHEY, Bart. pp. xxxvii., 509. "It is with perfect confidence that we recommend this edition of the old romance to every class of readers.
الصفحة 20 - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountaintops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
الصفحة 38 - THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF THE BEST SONGS AND LYRICAL POEMS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. Selected and arranged, with Notes, by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE.