Gems of English Poetry: With Illustrations by Great ArtistsNelson, 1865 - 302 من الصفحات |
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... , san , with pasence bright Cheerst the low the old of the peasant's coll ! I see thee climb the sky ir , car from ast or haze , Or cloud appro..ng to divert the rays , Chem Inr 3 Wicheln MORNING . I. AIL , orient. Not unt Is naked splor.
... , san , with pasence bright Cheerst the low the old of the peasant's coll ! I see thee climb the sky ir , car from ast or haze , Or cloud appro..ng to divert the rays , Chem Inr 3 Wicheln MORNING . I. AIL , orient. Not unt Is naked splor.
الصفحة 9
... bright Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell ! Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky In naked splendour , clear from mist or haze , Or cloud approaching to divert the rays , Five by 14 1ndart ΤΟ MORNING . Which even in ...
... bright Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell ! Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky In naked splendour , clear from mist or haze , Or cloud approaching to divert the rays , Five by 14 1ndart ΤΟ MORNING . Which even in ...
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... Bright be thy course to - day , let not this promise fail ! II . ' Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour , All nature seems to hear me while I speak , By feelings urged that do not vainly seek Apt language , ready as the tuneful notes ...
... Bright be thy course to - day , let not this promise fail ! II . ' Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour , All nature seems to hear me while I speak , By feelings urged that do not vainly seek Apt language , ready as the tuneful notes ...
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... reserved ! while now the bright - haired Sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed . W. Miller , seup ! 20 ODE TO EVENING . Now air is hushed ,. Ode to Evening,
... reserved ! while now the bright - haired Sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed . W. Miller , seup ! 20 ODE TO EVENING . Now air is hushed ,. Ode to Evening,
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... bright , innumerous dyes . Waves of clouds , all rich and glowing , Each into the other flowing , Pierced by many a crimson streak , Like the blush on Beauty's cheek ; Here and there , dark purple tinges Peering through their saffron ...
... bright , innumerous dyes . Waves of clouds , all rich and glowing , Each into the other flowing , Pierced by many a crimson streak , Like the blush on Beauty's cheek ; Here and there , dark purple tinges Peering through their saffron ...
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Annabel Lee art thou beauty beneath birds bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze BRIDAL BALLAD bright bright eyes bright land brow calm CASTLE CAMPBELL charm child clouds cold dark deep dewy distant doth dream earth echo Engraved fair fled flowers FOUNTAIN gaze gentle gleam glides glory green grove happy HAPPY VALLEY hath haunt hear heart heaven hour KIRKSTALL ABBEY kissed life's light lone look love is dead maiden Marian Lee MARY HOWITT moon morning mother murmuring night o'er once PET LAMB prayer purple Rhine rill river rock round ruined shadows SHELLEY shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spiritual music spring star stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne vale voice wander waters waves wild William Finden willow-tree wind wing woods WORDSWORTH youth
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الصفحة 134 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; 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 27 - 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...
الصفحة 133 - 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 116 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...
الصفحة 114 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 141 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
الصفحة 27 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
الصفحة 11 - 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 26 - 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 140 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.