Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 Seiten |
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... FATHERS . Felicia Hemans 182 · TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD THE BLACK PRINCE . Sir Walter Scott . Rob Roy 183 · · THE ISLES OF GREECE . Lord Byron 184 HESTER . Charles Lamb WINTER . Percy Bysshe Shelley TO THOMAS MOORE . Lord Byron . vorgoil ...
... FATHERS . Felicia Hemans 182 · TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD THE BLACK PRINCE . Sir Walter Scott . Rob Roy 183 · · THE ISLES OF GREECE . Lord Byron 184 HESTER . Charles Lamb WINTER . Percy Bysshe Shelley TO THOMAS MOORE . Lord Byron . vorgoil ...
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... , which prove him to have been the greatest writer of any age , nation , or language . The poems in this collection are all ' aken from the plays in which they occur . A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies ARIEL'S SONG . 27.
... , which prove him to have been the greatest writer of any age , nation , or language . The poems in this collection are all ' aken from the plays in which they occur . A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies ARIEL'S SONG . 27.
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Henry Cabot Lodge. A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes ' Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange . Sea ...
Henry Cabot Lodge. A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes ' Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange . Sea ...
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... father's , wher were written some of his more famous short poems , including the two given here , he travelled in Italy , where he met Galileo . In 1639 he returned to England and soon drifted into the great struggle between king and ...
... father's , wher were written some of his more famous short poems , including the two given here , he travelled in Italy , where he met Galileo . In 1639 he returned to England and soon drifted into the great struggle between king and ...
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... father bred ! How little you bestead Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes posses As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams , Or likest hovering ...
... father bred ! How little you bestead Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes posses As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams , Or likest hovering ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Auf Wiedersehen banner battle bells beneath Bingen blessed blood blow Bonny Dundee born brave breast breath bright brow cried Cusha dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth England eyes fair fame father fell gallant gaze Gilpin gleam glory grave gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hills horse Inchcape Rock J. G. LOCKHART John King lady land Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord LORD BYRON loud maiden morning mountain never night Norsemen o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pale pibroch poems Quoth ride Ring ROBERT BURNS rock rode rose round Samian wine shore silent sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake steed stood storm sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thet thou tide tower town Victor Galbraith voice waves wild wind
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Seite 40 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 67 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Seite 54 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 46 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Seite 31 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 279 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
Seite 142 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Seite 116 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Seite 42 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 176 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.