Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Volum 2 |
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Pàgina 3
... clear , A dream of the former day . At once the flood of the Severn sea Flowed over half the plain , And a hundred capes , with huts and trees , Above the flood remain : " T is water here and water there , And the lordly Parret's way ...
... clear , A dream of the former day . At once the flood of the Severn sea Flowed over half the plain , And a hundred capes , with huts and trees , Above the flood remain : " T is water here and water there , And the lordly Parret's way ...
Pàgina 5
... clear the angel - bell , - He was the flower of knights and lords , So chant the requiem well : His wound was deep , and his holy sleep Shall last him many a day , Till the cry of crime in the latter time Shall melt the charm away . A ...
... clear the angel - bell , - He was the flower of knights and lords , So chant the requiem well : His wound was deep , and his holy sleep Shall last him many a day , Till the cry of crime in the latter time Shall melt the charm away . A ...
Pàgina 6
... clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord , Down to the northern bay the Brue Its ...
... clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord , Down to the northern bay the Brue Its ...
Pàgina 13
... the long blaze of tapers clear , The stoléd fathers met the bier : Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intombed in holy ground , Before the altar's GLASTONBURY . 13 KING ARTHUR'S FUNERAL.
... the long blaze of tapers clear , The stoléd fathers met the bier : Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intombed in holy ground , Before the altar's GLASTONBURY . 13 KING ARTHUR'S FUNERAL.
Pàgina 22
... clear , The voice that was to him so dear ; But the poet doth not hear . All around his dwelling rise , With their gray heads in the skies , The noble hills that made him wise ; But he doth not ope his eyes . From the little church the ...
... clear , The voice that was to him so dear ; But the poet doth not hear . All around his dwelling rise , With their gray heads in the skies , The noble hills that made him wise ; But he doth not ope his eyes . From the little church the ...
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Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland V: Iceland, Switzerland ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Previsualització no disponible - 2019 |
Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Volum 5 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 60 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Pàgina 35 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Pàgina 175 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Pàgina 34 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pàgina 139 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pàgina 194 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inyeterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ; a pillared shade.
Pàgina 61 - Took it in snuff - and still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Pàgina 155 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Pàgina 185 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Pàgina 188 - We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With 'One and all!' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! "Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why!