Odes and Sonnets, IllustratedD. Appleton, 1859 - 107 pagina's |
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Pagina 27
... How darkly o'er yon far - off mountain frowns The gathered tempest ! from that lurid cloud The deep - voiced thunders roll , awful and loud , Though distant ; while upon the misty downs Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain . I.
... How darkly o'er yon far - off mountain frowns The gathered tempest ! from that lurid cloud The deep - voiced thunders roll , awful and loud , Though distant ; while upon the misty downs Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain . I.
Pagina 28
Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain . I never saw so terrible a storm ! Perhaps some way - worn traveller in vain Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form , Cold even as hope within him ! I the while Pause me in ...
Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain . I never saw so terrible a storm ! Perhaps some way - worn traveller in vain Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form , Cold even as hope within him ! I the while Pause me in ...
Pagina 63
... fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue , angrie and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet dayes and roses , A box where sweets ...
... fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue , angrie and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet dayes and roses , A box where sweets ...
Pagina 67
... falling dew , Like beauty shining through the tear ; Or hanging o'er that mirror - stream To mark each image trembling there , Thou seem'st to smile with softer gleam To see thy lovely face so fair . 1 Though blazing o'er the arch of ...
... falling dew , Like beauty shining through the tear ; Or hanging o'er that mirror - stream To mark each image trembling there , Thou seem'st to smile with softer gleam To see thy lovely face so fair . 1 Though blazing o'er the arch of ...
Pagina 84
... falling stream , Oh , master of the Latin lyre , Awhile with thee will I retire From summer's noontide beam . And , lo , within my lonely bower , The industrious bee from many a flower Collects her balmy dews : " For me , " she sings ...
... falling stream , Oh , master of the Latin lyre , Awhile with thee will I retire From summer's noontide beam . And , lo , within my lonely bower , The industrious bee from many a flower Collects her balmy dews : " For me , " she sings ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest DRUMMOND EARL OF SURREY fair flocks flowers fragrant gale give my love gleam gray green grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn MOUNTAIN DAISY murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE ODES AND SONNETS pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill RIVER TRENT robe rose round rove rustic shade SHAKSPEARE shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile soft song sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star Stella storm stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro THRUSH thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles Warton waves wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
Populaire passages
Pagina 26 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Pagina 18 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy, leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace, And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
Pagina 26 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Pagina 25 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Pagina 106 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Pagina 12 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
Pagina 94 - I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast, Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill, let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow ! You pretty elves, amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Sing birds in every furrow ! T.
Pagina 90 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Pagina 94 - Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow : Bird, prune thy wing ! nightingale, sing ! To give my Love good-morrow ! To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow.
Pagina 27 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.