The Heart of Oak Books, 5. könyvKate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D. C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 22 találatból.
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... o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his droning ...
... o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his droning ...
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... o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice ...
... o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice ...
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... o'er a smiling land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy ...
... o'er a smiling land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy ...
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... O'er fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their ...
... O'er fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their ...
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... fled . --- So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill is o'er , And hearts , that once beat high for praise , No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of The Harp that once through Tara's Halls Thomas Moore.
... fled . --- So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill is o'er , And hearts , that once beat high for praise , No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of The Harp that once through Tara's Halls Thomas Moore.
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253. oldal - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
224. oldal - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
184. oldal - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock.
2. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,. Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
189. oldal - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
345. oldal - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
181. oldal - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
187. oldal - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
258. oldal - As You LIKE IT Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither!
187. oldal - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...