The Laurel and Lyre. Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth CenturyFrederick Warne and Company, 1879 - 400 pàgines |
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Pàgina vii
... Birds , An Italian Boat Song , Awake , my Love , Aymer's Tomb , A Dream ,. A Drinking Song , A Grandsire's Tale , A Long Absence , A Mother's Lament , A Poetical Sketch , A Remembered Face , A Retrospective Review , . A Sketch , A Storm ...
... Birds , An Italian Boat Song , Awake , my Love , Aymer's Tomb , A Dream ,. A Drinking Song , A Grandsire's Tale , A Long Absence , A Mother's Lament , A Poetical Sketch , A Remembered Face , A Retrospective Review , . A Sketch , A Storm ...
Pàgina ix
... Birds , 107 Stanzas , 105 Stanzas , 117 Stanzas , 232 Stanzas , 380 Stanzas for Music , 205 Stanzas - From the German , 245 Stanzas on the Death of an Early Friend , 58 Stanzas to a Lady , Stanzas on the Loss of his Majesty's Ship ...
... Birds , 107 Stanzas , 105 Stanzas , 117 Stanzas , 232 Stanzas , 380 Stanzas for Music , 205 Stanzas - From the German , 245 Stanzas on the Death of an Early Friend , 58 Stanzas to a Lady , Stanzas on the Loss of his Majesty's Ship ...
Pàgina xii
... Bird , 247 To Edith May Southey , 63 To Lord Byron , 332 To Mary , To May , • · To Mont Blanc , To the Cricket , 280 395 277 357 To the Owl , 320 174 To the Rainbow , To the River Rhone , To the Skylark , Tyre , · • Verses for an Album ...
... Bird , 247 To Edith May Southey , 63 To Lord Byron , 332 To Mary , To May , • · To Mont Blanc , To the Cricket , 280 395 277 357 To the Owl , 320 174 To the Rainbow , To the River Rhone , To the Skylark , Tyre , · • Verses for an Album ...
Pàgina 3
... birds that pierce the sunny skies With seaward dash , or in calm bands Parading o'er the silvery sands , Or ' mid the lovely flush of shells , Pausing to burnish crest or wing , No fading footmark see that tells Of that poor unremember ...
... birds that pierce the sunny skies With seaward dash , or in calm bands Parading o'er the silvery sands , Or ' mid the lovely flush of shells , Pausing to burnish crest or wing , No fading footmark see that tells Of that poor unremember ...
Pàgina 8
... bird , In that lofty clime is heard ; But loftier far from cliff remote , Up springs the eagle , like a thought ... birds trim their wings , And boldly blooming up the mountain , Where the dewy heath - flower springs , Upon the ...
... bird , In that lofty clime is heard ; But loftier far from cliff remote , Up springs the eagle , like a thought ... birds trim their wings , And boldly blooming up the mountain , Where the dewy heath - flower springs , Upon the ...
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The Laurel and Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century Alaric Alexander Watts Visualització completa - 1867 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
91 Lines ALARIC ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom bosom breast breath bright brow call'd CAROLINE BOWLES cheek child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep dream earth Eugene Aram face fade fair Farewell fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grief hath heard heart heaven Here's hope hour JOHN KEATS kiss lady life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute lyre Mermaid Tavern MISS LANDON Mont Blanc morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd pride redundant song rock rose round seem'd shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tomb tree Twas voice wallflower wandering wave weep wild wild dance wind wings youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 70 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pàgina 69 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pàgina 333 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Pàgina 70 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Pàgina 176 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story...
Pàgina 69 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pàgina 71 - 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 40 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Pàgina 27 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves...
Pàgina 379 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.