The Late English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1865 - 539 Seiten |
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... hath given man speech ? " etc. ... ......... .. Chorus " O that I now , I too were , " etc. Chorus " Let your hands meet , " etc ......... 447 448 449 451 452 453 455 466 468 473 488 504 508 512 514 516 518 523 529 532 THE LATE ENGLISH ...
... hath given man speech ? " etc. ... ......... .. Chorus " O that I now , I too were , " etc. Chorus " Let your hands meet , " etc ......... 447 448 449 451 452 453 455 466 468 473 488 504 508 512 514 516 518 523 529 532 THE LATE ENGLISH ...
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... hath found A breeding eagle sitting on her nest , Upon the craggy isle of a hill lake , And pierced her with an arrow as she rose , And followed her to find her where she fell Far off ; - ; -anon her mate comes winging back From hunting ...
... hath found A breeding eagle sitting on her nest , Upon the craggy isle of a hill lake , And pierced her with an arrow as she rose , And followed her to find her where she fell Far off ; - ; -anon her mate comes winging back From hunting ...
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... Hath come on her , a chilly fear , Passing all her youthful hour Spinning with her maidens here , Listlessly through the window - bars Gazing seaward many a league From her lonely shore - built tower , While the knights are at the wars ...
... Hath come on her , a chilly fear , Passing all her youthful hour Spinning with her maidens here , Listlessly through the window - bars Gazing seaward many a league From her lonely shore - built tower , While the knights are at the wars ...
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... hath no other tale . He sits upon the headlands , And sings a mournful stave Of all he saw and felt on earth , Far from the green sea - wave : Sings how , a knight , he wandered By castle , field , and town.— But earthly knights have ...
... hath no other tale . He sits upon the headlands , And sings a mournful stave Of all he saw and felt on earth , Far from the green sea - wave : Sings how , a knight , he wandered By castle , field , and town.— But earthly knights have ...
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... hath watched , not shared , the strife , Knows how the day hath gone ; He only lives with the world's life Who hath renounced his own . To thee we come , then . Clouds are rolled MATTHEW ARNOLD . 65.
... hath watched , not shared , the strife , Knows how the day hath gone ; He only lives with the world's life Who hath renounced his own . To thee we come , then . Clouds are rolled MATTHEW ARNOLD . 65.
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Afrasiab arms art thou ATALANTA Baltic Sea beauty bells beneath blood blow blue Bouillabaisse boys breast breath bright Bright Eyes Brittany brow Calydon castellan Cepheus cheek cold dark dead dear death deep dream drum earth eyes face fair fair lord fear feet fight flowers gazed gold golden grave gray green grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Iseult King kiss Lamech laughed light lips look Lord MELEAGER merry moan moon mother Mysie neath never night o'er Oxus pain pale Persian pray queen rain rose round Rustum sand Seistan shadow shine sing sleep smile snow Sohrab song sorrow soul stars stood sweet Tartar tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Tristram Twas Twill voice waves weary weeping wild Willie wind young
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Seite 167 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Seite 58 - Call once yet. In a voice that she will know: "Margaret ! Margaret!" Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear; Children's voices, wild with pain. Surely she will come again. Call her once, and come away; This way, this way ! "Mother dear, we cannot stay. The wild white horses foam and fret.
Seite 513 - WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Seite 514 - And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins. The full streams feed on flower of rushes, Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot, The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes From leaf to flower and flower to fruit; And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire, And the oat is heard above the lyre, And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root.
Seite 58 - The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye?
Seite 297 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; And good-by to the bar and its moaning.
Seite 61 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar.
Seite 318 - Bouillabaisse. Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes : Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Seite 514 - Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran ; Pleasure, with pain for leaven ; Summer, with flowers that fell ; Remembrance fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell...
Seite 435 - With that he cried and beat his breast; For, lo! along the river's bed A mighty eygre reared his crest, And uppe the Lindis raging sped.