English Poetry, 42. kötetCollier, 1910 - 1422 oldal |
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993. oldal
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999. oldal
... stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung , And as he rode his armour rung , Beside remote Shalott . All in the ...
... stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung , And as he rode his armour rung , Beside remote Shalott . All in the ...
1004. oldal
... stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves A shining furrow , as thy thoughts in me . Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And 1004 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
... stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves A shining furrow , as thy thoughts in me . Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And 1004 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
1008. oldal
... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people ...
... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people ...
1009. oldal
... stars until I die . It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in ...
... stars until I die . It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in ...
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Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone Grand-Pré grave hand hath HC-Vol head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden Maud meadows moon morning never night o'er prayer Quoth the Raven rain Ravelston rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ride rose round sail shadow shining ships shore sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wandering wave weary whisper wild wind word youth
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1268. oldal - thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, , In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. 752
1293. oldal - On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. THE
1497. oldal - O shores, and ring O bells ! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 821 WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOCKYARD BLOOM'D I WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I
1022. oldal - my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where
993. oldal - THE LADY OF SHALOTT PAST I ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs hy To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies
1000. oldal - DEAD HOME they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ' She must weep or she will die.' Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from
1343. oldal - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,
1249. oldal - That»dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal;
1483. oldal - WALT WHITMAN [1819-1892] ONE'S-SELF I SING ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action
1035. oldal - BRIGADE HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 1 " Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd.