The Pageant of English Poetry: Being 1150 Poems and Extracts by 300 AuthorsOxford University Press, 1911 - 606 Seiten |
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... bear the burden and the heat Of the long day , and wish ' twere done . Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern . M. ARNOLD . OF CALLICLES What sweet - breathing Presence Out - perfumes the thyme ? What voices ...
... bear the burden and the heat Of the long day , and wish ' twere done . Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern . M. ARNOLD . OF CALLICLES What sweet - breathing Presence Out - perfumes the thyme ? What voices ...
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... bear . Let the ancient hills of Scotland Hear once more the battle song Swell within their glens and valleys As the clansmen march along ! Never from the field of combat , Never from the deadly fray , Was a nobler trophy carried Than we ...
... bear . Let the ancient hills of Scotland Hear once more the battle song Swell within their glens and valleys As the clansmen march along ! Never from the field of combat , Never from the deadly fray , Was a nobler trophy carried Than we ...
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... bears , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapped in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Whilst as fickle fortune smiled , Thou and I were both beguiled . Every one ...
... bears , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapped in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Whilst as fickle fortune smiled , Thou and I were both beguiled . Every one ...
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... bear ; Say , I dièd true . 40. TAKE , OH ! My love was false , but I was firm From my hour of birth . Upon my buried ... bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ! But first set my poor heart free , Bound ...
... bear ; Say , I dièd true . 40. TAKE , OH ! My love was false , but I was firm From my hour of birth . Upon my buried ... bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ! But first set my poor heart free , Bound ...
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... bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Is but a cloud , and like a shady grove . ' For when our souls have learned the heat to bear , The cloud will vanish , we shall hear His voice , Saying : " Come out ...
... bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Is but a cloud , and like a shady grove . ' For when our souls have learned the heat to bear , The cloud will vanish , we shall hear His voice , Saying : " Come out ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. H. CLOUGH beauty bel ami birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek child clouds crown dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae friends glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven honour hour King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee maid merry mind morn ne'er never night o'er P. J. BAILEY praise rest rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet T. L. PEACOCK tears tell thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice W. E. AYTOUN W. M. THACKERAY waves weep wild wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 288 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Seite 419 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Seite 245 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 442 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Seite 436 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing...
Seite 435 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Seite 33 - How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, —...
Seite 331 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His State Is kingly. Thousands...
Seite 156 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,— Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up...
Seite 420 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.