The Pageant of English PoetryH. Frowde, 1909 - 606 pàgines |
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Pàgina 2
... turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though nor real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In ...
... turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though nor real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In ...
Pàgina 7
... turning , turning , In mazes of heat and sound . But for peace her soul was yearn- ing , And now peace laps her round . Her cabined , ample Spirit , It fluttered and failed for breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death ...
... turning , turning , In mazes of heat and sound . But for peace her soul was yearn- ing , And now peace laps her round . Her cabined , ample Spirit , It fluttered and failed for breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death ...
Pàgina 13
... Turn , hither turn thy step , O thou , whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed , Or Lydian flute , can soothe the madding winds , And through the stormy deep Breathe thy own tender calm . Sweet is thy reign ...
... Turn , hither turn thy step , O thou , whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed , Or Lydian flute , can soothe the madding winds , And through the stormy deep Breathe thy own tender calm . Sweet is thy reign ...
Pàgina 26
... turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the list'ning Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions : issue forth ...
... turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the list'ning Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions : issue forth ...
Pàgina 31
... man raise To her name ; for after days , Some kind woman , born as she , Reading this , like Niobe , Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . W. BROWNE . 71. VENUS , BY ADONIS ' SIDE VENUS , by BROWN - BROWNE 31.
... man raise To her name ; for after days , Some kind woman , born as she , Reading this , like Niobe , Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . W. BROWNE . 71. VENUS , BY ADONIS ' SIDE VENUS , by BROWN - BROWNE 31.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
A. H. CLOUGH angels auld lang syne beauty bel ami beneath birds blow breast breath bright cheek child clouds crown dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae friends glorious glory gone 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 mind morn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring star sweet T. L. PEACOCK tears tell thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tree Twas unto voice W. M. THACKERAY waves weep wild wind youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 276 - 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.
Pàgina 242 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?
Pàgina 399 - 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...
Pàgina 415 - 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.
Pàgina 416 - 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...
Pàgina 246 - 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.
Pàgina 503 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Pàgina 317 - 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?
Pàgina 205 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate...
Pàgina 66 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might...