Hyperion: A RomanceJohn B. Alden, 1885 - 275 pagina's |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alban Lake amid ancholy ancient Andernach Ashburton ballads Baron beautiful behold beneath Berkley Bernardo del Carpio blue bosom breath bright brooklet castle chamber church clouds countenance dark death delight dreams earth erth exclaimed eyes face feeling flowers Frau friar gazed German glorious Goethe golden grave green hand hear heard heart heaven Heidelberg hills holy hour Interlachen Jorge Manrique king lady land Langenschwalbach leathery light live look Martin Franc midnight mind mingled Minnesingers monk morning mountain never Nick Bottom night passed Paul Flemming Périgueux pleasant poet poetry poor postilion replied Rhine romance round ruins Saint Saint Wolfgang scene seemed shadow silent singing sleep solemn song soon sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stands stars Sternenfels stood street sweet thee thou thought tower trees Valdepeñas valley village voice walk walls wind window
Populaire passages
Pagina 232 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Pagina 215 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Pagina 148 - Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But, putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry...
Pagina 173 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
Pagina 173 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand, Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Pagina 173 - O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Pagina 150 - No life, my honest scholar, no life so happy and so pleasant as the life of a well-governed angler; for when the lawyer is swallowed up with business, and the statesman is preventing or contriving plots, then we sit on cowslip banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us.
Pagina 232 - Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; 10 My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmerings and decays.
Pagina 31 - Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Pagina 151 - Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. Floral apostles, that, in dewy splendor, " Weep without woe, and blush without a crime," O, may I deeply learn, and ne'er surrender, Your lore sublime.