Gems of English Poetry: With Illustrations by Great ArtistsNelson, 1865 - 302 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 34
... O'er every consecrated charm ! Sweet thoughts , beneath thy baby's spells , Across thy fancy throng , As nightingales , where echo dwells , Breathe out their sweetest song ! THE MOTHER AND CHILD . And thou - whose resting.
... O'er every consecrated charm ! Sweet thoughts , beneath thy baby's spells , Across thy fancy throng , As nightingales , where echo dwells , Breathe out their sweetest song ! THE MOTHER AND CHILD . And thou - whose resting.
الصفحة 42
... from thy crown to drop , Nor add to it a flower ! Keep , lovely May , as if by touch Of self - restraining art , This modest charm of not too much Part seen , imagined part ! WORDSWORTH . AN T 4 is I wa hod by the way.
... from thy crown to drop , Nor add to it a flower ! Keep , lovely May , as if by touch Of self - restraining art , This modest charm of not too much Part seen , imagined part ! WORDSWORTH . AN T 4 is I wa hod by the way.
الصفحة 80
... charms the wandering eye ; Deep are his feet in Towy's flood , His sides are clothed with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from ...
... charms the wandering eye ; Deep are his feet in Towy's flood , His sides are clothed with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from ...
الصفحة 109
... charms the slumbering mourner . That Time's dim twilight hallows and endears , Return like shadows o'er the trembling moon Beneath the lunar beam . Then waken still Those magic notes with more than music fraught . Angelic harmonies ...
... charms the slumbering mourner . That Time's dim twilight hallows and endears , Return like shadows o'er the trembling moon Beneath the lunar beam . Then waken still Those magic notes with more than music fraught . Angelic harmonies ...
الصفحة 111
... charms this laggard age ; E'en all at once together found , Cecilia's mingled world of sound , - Oh , bid our vain endeavour cease ; Revive the just designs of Grace : Return in all thy simple state ! Confirm the tales her sons relate ...
... charms this laggard age ; E'en all at once together found , Cecilia's mingled world of sound , - Oh , bid our vain endeavour cease ; Revive the just designs of Grace : Return in all thy simple state ! Confirm the tales her sons relate ...
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Annabel Lee beauty beneath birds bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze BRIDAL BALLAD bright bright eyes bright land brow calm CASTLE CAMPBELL charm cheek child clouds cold dark deep dewy distant doth dream earth echo EDMUND BOLTON Eulalie fair farewell fled flowers folding star gaze gentle gleam glides glory golden gone green happy HAPPY VALLEY hath haunt HAWK hear heart heaven hope hour KIRKSTALL ABBEY kissed LAMB LAST POET light lone look love is dead love's maiden MARY HOWITT moon morning mother murmuring night o'er once PET LAMB purple Rhine rill river round shade shadows SHELLEY shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne vale voice wander waves weary weep wild willow-tree wind wing youth
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الصفحة 128 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "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 23 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
الصفحة 162 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
الصفحة 108 - On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
الصفحة 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 5 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 22 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
الصفحة 132 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
الصفحة 22 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
الصفحة 22 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.