Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - Всего страниц: 490 |
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... o'er the magic page , Where desperate ladies desperate lords engage ; Gnomes , Sylphs , and Gods , the fierce contention share , And heaven and earth hang trembling on a hair : Canst quake with horror , when Emelia's charms Against a ...
... o'er the magic page , Where desperate ladies desperate lords engage ; Gnomes , Sylphs , and Gods , the fierce contention share , And heaven and earth hang trembling on a hair : Canst quake with horror , when Emelia's charms Against a ...
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... o'er , And limbs of birds distain'd his bib with gore . Anon , on stronger animals he flew , For with his growth his savage passions grew , And oft , what time his violence fail'd to kill , He mix'd th ' insidious dose with wicked skill ...
... o'er , And limbs of birds distain'd his bib with gore . Anon , on stronger animals he flew , For with his growth his savage passions grew , And oft , what time his violence fail'd to kill , He mix'd th ' insidious dose with wicked skill ...
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... o'er his actions past , and bade his troops Great deeds to emulate , his count'nance changed ; High heaved his manly breast , as it had been By inward strong emotion half convulsed ; Trembled his nether lip ; he shed some tears . The ...
... o'er his actions past , and bade his troops Great deeds to emulate , his count'nance changed ; High heaved his manly breast , as it had been By inward strong emotion half convulsed ; Trembled his nether lip ; he shed some tears . The ...
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... o'er each field the flaming sun - beams play'd . Yet Plenty reigns , and from her boundless hoard , Though not one jelly trembles on the board , Supplies the feast with all that sense can crave ; With all that made our great forefathers ...
... o'er each field the flaming sun - beams play'd . Yet Plenty reigns , and from her boundless hoard , Though not one jelly trembles on the board , Supplies the feast with all that sense can crave ; With all that made our great forefathers ...
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... o'er his home , and all his little woes , Time glides away ; neglected Duty calls : At once from plains of light to earth he fails , And down a narrow lane , well known by day , With all his speed pursues his sounding way , In thought ...
... o'er his home , and all his little woes , Time glides away ; neglected Duty calls : At once from plains of light to earth he fails , And down a narrow lane , well known by day , With all his speed pursues his sounding way , In thought ...
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Стр. 109 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 403 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Стр. 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Стр. 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Стр. 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Стр. 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 104 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Стр. 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Стр. 163 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...