English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - Počet stran: 1432 |
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... thou return . Though woods now are bonny , and morn- ings are clear , While lavrocks3 are singing And primroses ... THOU WERE MY AIN THING 1724 Chorus An thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ...
... thou return . Though woods now are bonny , and morn- ings are clear , While lavrocks3 are singing And primroses ... THOU WERE MY AIN THING 1724 Chorus An thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ...
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... thou return ' st from Thames , whose naiads long Have seen thee ling'ring , with a fond delay , 25 There must thou wake perforce thy Doric1 quill ; ' Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet , Where still , ' tis said , the fairy ...
... thou return ' st from Thames , whose naiads long Have seen thee ling'ring , with a fond delay , 25 There must thou wake perforce thy Doric1 quill ; ' Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet , Where still , ' tis said , the fairy ...
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George Benjamin Woods. 5 10 " Dost thou speak to the weak in arms ! ' ' said Carthon , " bard of the woody Mor- ven ? Is my face pale for fear , son of the peaceful song ? Why , then , dost thou think to darken my soul with the tales of ...
George Benjamin Woods. 5 10 " Dost thou speak to the weak in arms ! ' ' said Carthon , " bard of the woody Mor- ven ? Is my face pale for fear , son of the peaceful song ? Why , then , dost thou think to darken my soul with the tales of ...
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... Thou hast been mighty in battle , and thy fame shall never fade . " " Art thou the king so far renowned ? " replied the car - borne Carthon . " Art 80 thou that light of death , that frightens the kings of the world ? But why should ...
... Thou hast been mighty in battle , and thy fame shall never fade . " " Art thou the king so far renowned ? " replied the car - borne Carthon . " Art 80 thou that light of death , that frightens the kings of the world ? But why should ...
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... thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth , in thy awful beauty ; the 10 stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in ...
... thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth , in thy awful beauty ; the 10 stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in ...
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Strana 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Strana 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Strana 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Strana 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Strana 341 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Strana 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Strana 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Strana 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Strana 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Strana 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.