The Pageant of English Poetry: Being 1150 Poems and Extracts by 300 AuthorsOxford University Press, 1911 - 606 Seiten |
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... small a thing To have enjoyed the sun , To have lived light in the spring , To have loved , to have thought , to have done ; To have advanced true friends , and beat down baffling foes ; VAIN is the effort to forget . Some day I 6 ARNOLD.
... small a thing To have enjoyed the sun , To have lived light in the spring , To have loved , to have thought , to have done ; To have advanced true friends , and beat down baffling foes ; VAIN is the effort to forget . Some day I 6 ARNOLD.
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... spring by their road . Then on to Olympus , Their endless abode . 17 . -Whose praise do they mention , Of what is it told ? - What will be for ever , What was from of old . First hymn they the Father Of all things : and then The rest of ...
... spring by their road . Then on to Olympus , Their endless abode . 17 . -Whose praise do they mention , Of what is it told ? - What will be for ever , What was from of old . First hymn they the Father Of all things : and then The rest of ...
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... spring . ' ' I will not stay my journey , Nor halt by any town , Near any sparkling fountain , Where the waters wimple down : The mothers coming to the well Would know the babes they bore , The wives would clasp their hus- bands , Nor ...
... spring . ' ' I will not stay my journey , Nor halt by any town , Near any sparkling fountain , Where the waters wimple down : The mothers coming to the well Would know the babes they bore , The wives would clasp their hus- bands , Nor ...
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... SPRING SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy sire , Hoar Winter's blooming child , delightful Spring ! Whose unshorn locks with leaves And swelling buds are crowned ; From the green islands of eternal youth ( Crowned with fresh blooms ...
... SPRING SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy sire , Hoar Winter's blooming child , delightful Spring ! Whose unshorn locks with leaves And swelling buds are crowned ; From the green islands of eternal youth ( Crowned with fresh blooms ...
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... spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the Nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would ...
... spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the Nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would ...
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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.