Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - Počet stran: 449 |
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Strana 64
... door ; Painted by some humble artist as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
... door ; Painted by some humble artist as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
Strana 132
... door you will not enter , ON I have gazed too long - adieu ! Hope withdraws her peradventure- Death is near me , and not you ! Come , O lover ! Close and cover These poor eyes , you called , I ween , " Sweetest eyes , were ever seen ...
... door you will not enter , ON I have gazed too long - adieu ! Hope withdraws her peradventure- Death is near me , and not you ! Come , O lover ! Close and cover These poor eyes , you called , I ween , " Sweetest eyes , were ever seen ...
Strana 133
... door . If you stood there would you whisper " Love , I love you , " as before , — Death pervading Now , and shading Eyes you sang of , that yestreen , As the sweetest ever seen ? Yes ! I think , were you beside them , Near the bed I die ...
... door . If you stood there would you whisper " Love , I love you , " as before , — Death pervading Now , and shading Eyes you sang of , that yestreen , As the sweetest ever seen ? Yes ! I think , were you beside them , Near the bed I die ...
Strana 142
... wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . LOCKSLEY HALL . 143 Every gate is thronged with suitors 142 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
... wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . LOCKSLEY HALL . 143 Every gate is thronged with suitors 142 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
Strana 150
... door . " The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill , And saw Maud Muller standing still . " A form more fair , a face more sweet , Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet . " And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as ...
... door . " The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill , And saw Maud Muller standing still . " A form more fair , a face more sweet , Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet . " And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels auf wiedersehen beauty bells beloved beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL lonely look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit Star of Bethlehem stars storm sweet tears tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep whence and whither wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
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Strana 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Strana 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Strana 262 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry 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 days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Strana 247 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring 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 58 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Strana 144 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Strana 265 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Strana 255 - Nevermore!" Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore!
Strana 57 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this 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. O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede...
Strana 265 - He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings, That blows from off each beaked promontory. They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.