The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 pagina's |
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Pagina 43
... seen Herds ranging , or at rest beneath the shade Of some wide - branching oak ; there goodly fields Of corn , and verdant pasture , whence the kine , Returning with their milky treasure home , Store the rich dairy ; such fair plenty ...
... seen Herds ranging , or at rest beneath the shade Of some wide - branching oak ; there goodly fields Of corn , and verdant pasture , whence the kine , Returning with their milky treasure home , Store the rich dairy ; such fair plenty ...
Pagina 52
... Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . " May our Prophet grant my wishes , Haughty Chief , thou shalt be mine ...
... Seen thee win the prize of proof . " Well I know thy aged parents , Well thy blooming bride I know ; Seven years I was thy captive , Seven years of pain and woe . " May our Prophet grant my wishes , Haughty Chief , thou shalt be mine ...
Pagina 60
... seen ; he runs apace , As if he fear'd companion in the chase ; He sees his prize , and now he turns again , Slowly and sorrowing- " Was your search in vain ? " Gruffly he answers , " Tis a sorry sight ! - A seaman's body : there'll be ...
... seen ; he runs apace , As if he fear'd companion in the chase ; He sees his prize , and now he turns again , Slowly and sorrowing- " Was your search in vain ? " Gruffly he answers , " Tis a sorry sight ! - A seaman's body : there'll be ...
Pagina 70
... seen , As the cold moon , with trembling eye , Darts her long beams the leaves between . Lead to the mountain's dusky head , Where , far below , in shades profound , Wide forests , plains , and hamlets spread , And sad the chimes of ...
... seen , As the cold moon , with trembling eye , Darts her long beams the leaves between . Lead to the mountain's dusky head , Where , far below , in shades profound , Wide forests , plains , and hamlets spread , And sad the chimes of ...
Pagina 77
... ; Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre or the rod , While God is seen in all , and all in God . HANNAH MORE . LONTONGA FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND TWO PORTRAITS 77 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD . SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHT- A PETITION INGALE.
... ; Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre or the rod , While God is seen in all , and all in God . HANNAH MORE . LONTONGA FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND TWO PORTRAITS 77 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD . SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHT- A PETITION INGALE.
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Pagina 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Pagina 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Pagina 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Pagina 155 - 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.
Pagina 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Pagina 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Pagina 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Pagina 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.