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 12
... look upon the sister fane of Wells ! It lifts its forehead in the summer air ; Sweet o'er the champaign sound its sabbath bells ; Its roof rolls back the chant , or voice of prayer . Anxious we ask , Will Heaven that temple spare , Or ...
... look upon the sister fane of Wells ! It lifts its forehead in the summer air ; Sweet o'er the champaign sound its sabbath bells ; Its roof rolls back the chant , or voice of prayer . Anxious we ask , Will Heaven that temple spare , Or ...
Pàgina 26
... Looks up to catch a parting smile , Feels less assured than thou , dear maid , When , ere thy ruby lips could part ( As close to mine thy cheek was laid ) , Thine eyes had opened all thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy ...
... Looks up to catch a parting smile , Feels less assured than thou , dear maid , When , ere thy ruby lips could part ( As close to mine thy cheek was laid ) , Thine eyes had opened all thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy ...
Pàgina 29
... looks and winding ways , Thy murmurous accents glad of yesternight , Sweet as from earnest lips the words of praise ; Where art thou , friend ? I hear the impetuous noise Of hurried passion , the unmeaning roar Of some wild torrent : it ...
... looks and winding ways , Thy murmurous accents glad of yesternight , Sweet as from earnest lips the words of praise ; Where art thou , friend ? I hear the impetuous noise Of hurried passion , the unmeaning roar Of some wild torrent : it ...
Pàgina 33
... look aghast ; Sad servitude ! such comfortless annoy May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! Ne superstition clog his dance of joy , Ne vision empty , vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green On ...
... look aghast ; Sad servitude ! such comfortless annoy May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! Ne superstition clog his dance of joy , Ne vision empty , vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green On ...
Pàgina 44
... looks not like an earthly chase ; Sir Walter and the hart are left alone . The poor hart toils along the mountain - side ; I will not stop to tell how far he fled , Nor will I mention by what death he died ; But now the knight beholds ...
... looks not like an earthly chase ; Sir Walter and the hart are left alone . The poor hart toils along the mountain - side ; I will not stop to tell how far he fled , Nor will I mention by what death he died ; But now the knight beholds ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ABBEY ancient ancient band arch bells beneath blest breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gaze gleam glory GRASMERE grave gray green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST King LEISTON ABBEY light little vulgar Boy London lonely look Lord Lord Byron mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourn ne'er NETLEY ABBEY never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise pride rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round saints scene shade shine sight silent sleep smile solemn song soul sound stone stood stream street sweet thee thine things Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth winds woods
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!