English Verse: Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's, 1883 |
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Pagina xxvii
... soul of goodness shone through his life and his work , than which there is none more imaginative in English Verse . More purely poetical than either was Keats , who , without learning , revived the spirit of the Greek pastoral in ...
... soul of goodness shone through his life and his work , than which there is none more imaginative in English Verse . More purely poetical than either was Keats , who , without learning , revived the spirit of the Greek pastoral in ...
Pagina xxxvi
... Soul and Country ..... SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD : Nell Gwynne's Looking - Glass ..... 135 135 136 136 138 140 141 141 142 143 144 ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER : Isha Cherioth ..... 146 The Wail of the Cornish Mother 147 SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The ...
... Soul and Country ..... SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD : Nell Gwynne's Looking - Glass ..... 135 135 136 136 138 140 141 141 142 143 144 ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER : Isha Cherioth ..... 146 The Wail of the Cornish Mother 147 SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The ...
Pagina xlvi
... soul subdueth Should be vanquish'd too by Song . Song should spur the mind to duty , Nerve the weak , and stir the strong ; Every deed of truth and beauty Should be crown'd by starry Song . BARRY CORNWALL . Lyrics of the XIXth Century ...
... soul subdueth Should be vanquish'd too by Song . Song should spur the mind to duty , Nerve the weak , and stir the strong ; Every deed of truth and beauty Should be crown'd by starry Song . BARRY CORNWALL . Lyrics of the XIXth Century ...
Pagina 2
... soul Go with thee to the frozen zone ; Toll from thy loftiest perch , lone bell - bird ! toll , At the still hour to Mercy dear : Mercy from her twilight throne Listening to nun's faint throb of holy fear , To sailor's prayer breathed ...
... soul Go with thee to the frozen zone ; Toll from thy loftiest perch , lone bell - bird ! toll , At the still hour to Mercy dear : Mercy from her twilight throne Listening to nun's faint throb of holy fear , To sailor's prayer breathed ...
Pagina 4
... soul : Or awed he weeps , struggling to quell dismay . Point not these mysteries to an art , Lodged above the starry ... souls could feel , Stirr'd nowhere but an urgent equipage Of rapt imagination sped her march Through the realms of ...
... soul : Or awed he weeps , struggling to quell dismay . Point not these mysteries to an art , Lodged above the starry ... souls could feel , Stirr'd nowhere but an urgent equipage Of rapt imagination sped her march Through the realms of ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Æsir Anerley Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird blue Born bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cloud Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost doth dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall flowers frae glory golden grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss kiss'd land leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden Massachusetts morning never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine Season of mists shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind young
Populaire passages
Pagina 9 - 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 165 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Pagina 190 - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Pagina 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pagina 249 - I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Pagina 169 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Pagina 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Pagina 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Pagina 101 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.