Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both countries1860 - 472 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xvi
... Stars with which the brows of ample heaven are crowned . " The Shield also contained representations of two cities , in one of which the inhabitants were celebrating nuptial feasts — the processions being ushered through the streets by ...
... Stars with which the brows of ample heaven are crowned . " The Shield also contained representations of two cities , in one of which the inhabitants were celebrating nuptial feasts — the processions being ushered through the streets by ...
الصفحة xxviii
... star , when only one Is shining in the sky . " Considering the exquisite melody of the poetry of COLERIDGE , it is impossible to help regretting that he has given us so little of it . The feverish excitement occasioned by the intense ...
... star , when only one Is shining in the sky . " Considering the exquisite melody of the poetry of COLERIDGE , it is impossible to help regretting that he has given us so little of it . The feverish excitement occasioned by the intense ...
الصفحة 6
... stars of Twilight fair ; Like twilight's , too , her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May - time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape , an Image gay , To haunt , to startle , and way - lay . I saw her upon nearer ...
... stars of Twilight fair ; Like twilight's , too , her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May - time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape , an Image gay , To haunt , to startle , and way - lay . I saw her upon nearer ...
الصفحة 39
... star of heaven , In the broad day - light Thou art unseen , but yet I hear thy shrill delight . Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is ...
... star of heaven , In the broad day - light Thou art unseen , but yet I hear thy shrill delight . Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is ...
الصفحة 46
... Whose numbers , stealing through thy darkening vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial , loved return ! For when thy folding star - arising shows His paly 46 ODE TO EVENING . COLLINS,
... Whose numbers , stealing through thy darkening vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial , loved return ! For when thy folding star - arising shows His paly 46 ODE TO EVENING . COLLINS,
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charm Cloudland clouds dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmur ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet poetry praise Preston Mill pride right hand path rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees twine unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods Yarrow young youth
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الصفحة 372 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 371 - 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...
الصفحة 458 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
الصفحة 17 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.
الصفحة 198 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
الصفحة 197 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
الصفحة 146 - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 198 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
الصفحة 241 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.