Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections from the Great PoetsSilver, Burdett, 1892 - 308 Seiten |
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... wind straining , The pale yellow woods were waning , The broad stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat , And round about the prow ...
... wind straining , The pale yellow woods were waning , The broad stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat , And round about the prow ...
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... wind about , and in and out , With here a blossom sailing , And here and there a lusty trout , And here and there a grayling , And here and there a foamy flake Upon me , as I travel , With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden ...
... wind about , and in and out , With here a blossom sailing , And here and there a lusty trout , And here and there a grayling , And here and there a foamy flake Upon me , as I travel , With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden ...
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... winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steeped at noon , and in the moon Nightly dew - fed ; and turning yellow Falls , and floats adown the air . Lo ! sweetened with the summer light , The ...
... winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steeped at noon , and in the moon Nightly dew - fed ; and turning yellow Falls , and floats adown the air . Lo ! sweetened with the summer light , The ...
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... wind breathes low with mellower tone : Thro ' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos - dust is blown . We have had enough of action , and of motion we , Rolled to starboard , rolled to larboard ...
... wind breathes low with mellower tone : Thro ' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos - dust is blown . We have had enough of action , and of motion we , Rolled to starboard , rolled to larboard ...
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... wind and wave and oar ; Oh , rest ye , brother mariners , we will not wander more . NOTE . " Thence for nine whole days was I borne by ruinous winds over the teeming deep ; but on the tenth day we set foot on the land of the lotus ...
... wind and wave and oar ; Oh , rest ye , brother mariners , we will not wander more . NOTE . " Thence for nine whole days was I borne by ruinous winds over the teeming deep ; but on the tenth day we set foot on the land of the lotus ...
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Æneid ancient ballads bard beauty Ben Jonson biographical note born bright Burns called century Chaucer Christabel Cowper death doth Dryden earth end my song English poetry English Poets Essay eyes Faerie Queene fair fame Feast fire flowers gold Gray Greek happy hast hath hear heart heaven honor Hood John John Dryden JOHN LYDGATE King lady Lady of Shalott literature living London Lord loud Lycidas lyric Milton morning Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Oliver Goldsmith Paradise Lost poetical poetry Pope praise rhyme ROBERT HENRYSON Robin Robin Hood rose runne softly says sche Shakespeare Shelley short poems sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft Sonnets soul sound Spenser stanza stars Stopford Brooke suld Sweet Themmes thee thine thou thought Timotheus unto verse versification wild wind word write
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Seite 70 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Seite 41 - And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Seite 85 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 51 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 131 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 69 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? 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.
Seite 126 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Seite 41 - What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood...
Seite 44 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.