Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... Mothers , Mariamnes , Sophonisbas , Irenes , and what not besides , they added nothing to the English Drama . The crea- tive energy of the eighteenth century exhausted itself in The Rape of the Lock and The Dunciad . Pope carried the ...
... Mothers , Mariamnes , Sophonisbas , Irenes , and what not besides , they added nothing to the English Drama . The crea- tive energy of the eighteenth century exhausted itself in The Rape of the Lock and The Dunciad . Pope carried the ...
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... Mother . Lesser poetic voices in the last two decades of the eighteenth century were Erasmus Darwin , who mistook a Botanic Garden for Tempe and the vales of Arcady Charlotte Smith and William Lisle Bowles , who prolonged their personal ...
... Mother . Lesser poetic voices in the last two decades of the eighteenth century were Erasmus Darwin , who mistook a Botanic Garden for Tempe and the vales of Arcady Charlotte Smith and William Lisle Bowles , who prolonged their personal ...
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... mother . With fewer poetic gifts than Coleridge , Southey contrived to thrive better , for while he composed his epics , which had no sale to speak of , he devised letters of travel , edited poets , translated romances of chivalry ...
... mother . With fewer poetic gifts than Coleridge , Southey contrived to thrive better , for while he composed his epics , which had no sale to speak of , he devised letters of travel , edited poets , translated romances of chivalry ...
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... Mother SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The Olive Boughs ..... SIR WILLIAM ROWAN HAMILTON : A Prayer ...... THOMAS WADE : The Net - Braiders ..... Nymphs PAGE 135 135 136 136 138 140 141 141 ... 142 143 144 146 147 148 .... 148 149 150 JOHN ...
... Mother SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The Olive Boughs ..... SIR WILLIAM ROWAN HAMILTON : A Prayer ...... THOMAS WADE : The Net - Braiders ..... Nymphs PAGE 135 135 136 136 138 140 141 141 ... 142 143 144 146 147 148 .... 148 149 150 JOHN ...
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... mother being tethered near it . Poor little Foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face ... mother's shorten'd chain ? And truly , very piteous is her lot , Chain'd to a log within a narrow spot Where the close ...
... mother being tethered near it . Poor little Foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face ... mother's shorten'd chain ? And truly , very piteous is her lot , Chain'd to a log within a narrow spot Where the close ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers frae GEORGE GORDON BYRON glory golden gone grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pale pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind wine wings young
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Seite 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.
Seite 170 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells How it dwells On the Future ; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Seite 169 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 173 - 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 100 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Seite 77 - Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?