The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of Crabbe ... and others. Being a suppl. vol. to The poetical works of Byron, Scott and MooreH. I. Broenner, 1828 - Počet stran: 788 |
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... singing - as I sang - some heavenly tune ; My native tone , indeed , was harsh and hoarse , But he who feels such powers can sing of course- That fancy cannot say , behold ! ' tis mine ? Is there a good on earth , or gift divine , So ...
... singing - as I sang - some heavenly tune ; My native tone , indeed , was harsh and hoarse , But he who feels such powers can sing of course- That fancy cannot say , behold ! ' tis mine ? Is there a good on earth , or gift divine , So ...
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... sing in low and melancholy tone ; Will read or write , or to her plants will run To shun her friends , -alas ! her thoughts to shun . It is not love alone disturbs her rest , But loss of all that ever hope possess'd ; Friends ever kind ...
... sing in low and melancholy tone ; Will read or write , or to her plants will run To shun her friends , -alas ! her thoughts to shun . It is not love alone disturbs her rest , But loss of all that ever hope possess'd ; Friends ever kind ...
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... sing In under - voice , reciting With this ring ' That when the hour should come , I might not dread These , or the words that follow'd , ' I thee wed . ' Such was my state of mind , exulting now And then depress'd - I cannot tell you ...
... sing In under - voice , reciting With this ring ' That when the hour should come , I might not dread These , or the words that follow'd , ' I thee wed . ' Such was my state of mind , exulting now And then depress'd - I cannot tell you ...
Strana 113
British poets. And what is proud , said Frances , but to stand Singing at church , and sawing thus your hand ? Looking at heaven above , as if to bring The holy angels down to hear you sing ? And when you write , you try with all your ...
British poets. And what is proud , said Frances , but to stand Singing at church , and sawing thus your hand ? Looking at heaven above , as if to bring The holy angels down to hear you sing ? And when you write , you try with all your ...
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... sing : Twas not the benefit alone I view'd , But thought what horrid things I might ex- clude . Some party - man might here have sat him down , Some country - champion , railing at the crown , Or some true courtier , both prepared to ...
... sing : Twas not the benefit alone I view'd , But thought what horrid things I might ex- clude . Some party - man might here have sat him down , Some country - champion , railing at the crown , Or some true courtier , both prepared to ...
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Strana 259 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Strana 261 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Strana 336 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Strana 354 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Strana 299 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strana 353 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Strana 341 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Strana 258 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Strana 336 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Strana 352 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a Starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.