Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pàgines |
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Pàgina 59
... ( Beneath whose leaves I've found a summer's bow'r , Beneath whose trunk I've weather'd many a show'r ) Stands singly down this solitary way , But far beyond where now my footsteps stay . " Tis true , thus far I've come with heedless ...
... ( Beneath whose leaves I've found a summer's bow'r , Beneath whose trunk I've weather'd many a show'r ) Stands singly down this solitary way , But far beyond where now my footsteps stay . " Tis true , thus far I've come with heedless ...
Pàgina 80
... beneath to stone . Shield me from summer's blaze of day , From noon - tide's fiery gale , And as thy waters round me play , Beneath the o'ershadowing cavern lay , Till twilight spreads her veil . Then guide me where the wandering moon ...
... beneath to stone . Shield me from summer's blaze of day , From noon - tide's fiery gale , And as thy waters round me play , Beneath the o'ershadowing cavern lay , Till twilight spreads her veil . Then guide me where the wandering moon ...
Pàgina 81
... beneath Low trail their purple bloom . Thou grove , thou glade of Tivoli , Dark flood , and rivulet clear , That wind , where'er you wander by , A stream of beauty on the eye , Of music on the ear : - And thou , that when the wandering ...
... beneath Low trail their purple bloom . Thou grove , thou glade of Tivoli , Dark flood , and rivulet clear , That wind , where'er you wander by , A stream of beauty on the eye , Of music on the ear : - And thou , that when the wandering ...
Pàgina 82
... Beneath the broken arch , o'erlaid With ivy , dark with many a braid That clasp'd its tendrils to retain The stone its roots had writhed in twain ? No zephyr on the leaflet play'd , No bent grass bow'd its slender blade , The coiled ...
... Beneath the broken arch , o'erlaid With ivy , dark with many a braid That clasp'd its tendrils to retain The stone its roots had writhed in twain ? No zephyr on the leaflet play'd , No bent grass bow'd its slender blade , The coiled ...
Pàgina 84
... in death reposed : Not , where his cradle rock'd , Death seal'd his eyes ; Beneath Ravenna's soil Hetruria's glory lies . Yet - when o'er stranger earth the Exile stray'd His 84 SOTHEBY . The Syren's Song Dante's Exile.
... in death reposed : Not , where his cradle rock'd , Death seal'd his eyes ; Beneath Ravenna's soil Hetruria's glory lies . Yet - when o'er stranger earth the Exile stray'd His 84 SOTHEBY . The Syren's Song Dante's Exile.
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Pàgina 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Pàgina 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Pàgina 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Pàgina 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Pàgina 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Pàgina 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Pàgina 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Pàgina 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Pàgina 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Pàgina 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.