A Third Poetry BookMacmillan, 1889 - 521 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 46 találatból.
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... breath The winds and air ; whiles Cupid , underneath , With birds , with songs , nor any posies throwing , Could her awake . Each noise sweet lullaby was , for her sake ! B. BARNES 4 . -A WISH1 THIS only grant me , that 6 MADRIGALS.
... breath The winds and air ; whiles Cupid , underneath , With birds , with songs , nor any posies throwing , Could her awake . Each noise sweet lullaby was , for her sake ! B. BARNES 4 . -A WISH1 THIS only grant me , that 6 MADRIGALS.
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... breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O prepare it ! My part of death no one so true Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower sweet , On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend ...
... breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O prepare it ! My part of death no one so true Did share it . Not a flower , not a flower sweet , On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend ...
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... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , And Evan's , Donald's fame rings in each clans- man's ears ! And Ardennes 3 waves ...
... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , And Evan's , Donald's fame rings in each clans- man's ears ! And Ardennes 3 waves ...
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... breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack ! for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in ...
... breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack ! for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in ...
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... breath was given An angel heard , and straight appeared- Mistaking Earth for Heaven ! As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; So , when the last and ...
... breath was given An angel heard , and straight appeared- Mistaking Earth for Heaven ! As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; So , when the last and ...
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beauty behold beneath bird breast breath bright Christabel cloud Cybele D. G. ROSSETTI dance dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth echoes Egeria eternal Excalibur eyes face Faery Queen fair fear feet flowers frae Geraldine glory golden grace gray green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail King King Arthur kiss lady leaves light live look Lord loud Lycidas maid moon morn mortal never Nevermore night o'er Pazon praise Quoth the Raven Roland de Vaux rose round Saturn shade shadows sight silent sing Sir Bedivere Sir Launfal Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree unto voice waves weary weep wild wind wings
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269. oldal - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
32. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
88. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
477. oldal - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
24. oldal - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
242. oldal - Ode to a Nightingale 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...
72. oldal - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld. Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
310. oldal - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
201. oldal - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
384. oldal - Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?...