Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 oldal |
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5. oldal
... Tree . · William Shakespeare . Robert Herrick . Alexander Hume · James Shirley William Wordsworth . 12. Evening 13. Evening Song 14. To Diana 15. Evening Hymn 16. Serenade William Collins John Fletcher • Thomas Heywood Sir Thomas Browne ...
... Tree . · William Shakespeare . Robert Herrick . Alexander Hume · James Shirley William Wordsworth . 12. Evening 13. Evening Song 14. To Diana 15. Evening Hymn 16. Serenade William Collins John Fletcher • Thomas Heywood Sir Thomas Browne ...
12. oldal
... Tree and the Pine 9. The Sands of Dee . 10. Kubla Khan 11. To a Lady , with a Guitar 12. David playing before Saul 13. Stanzas from Wine of Cyprus . 14. Ode on a Grecian Urn 15. Invocation to the Spirit of 16. Corinna from Athens , to ...
... Tree and the Pine 9. The Sands of Dee . 10. Kubla Khan 11. To a Lady , with a Guitar 12. David playing before Saul 13. Stanzas from Wine of Cyprus . 14. Ode on a Grecian Urn 15. Invocation to the Spirit of 16. Corinna from Athens , to ...
13. oldal
... trees , sweet - smelling flowers , nor whatever else may make the too - much - loved earth more lovely ; her world is brazen , the poets only deliver a golden . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . I. A MORNING SONG . HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's ...
... trees , sweet - smelling flowers , nor whatever else may make the too - much - loved earth more lovely ; her world is brazen , the poets only deliver a golden . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . I. A MORNING SONG . HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's ...
18. oldal
... tree . Each flower has wept , and bowed toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so ... trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle ...
... tree . Each flower has wept , and bowed toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so ... trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle ...
22. oldal
... trees and simples , great and small , That balmy leaf do bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or steir . Calm is the deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , Are ...
... trees and simples , great and small , That balmy leaf do bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or steir . Calm is the deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , Are ...
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48. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
54. oldal - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
200. oldal - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
94. oldal - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
186. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
73. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
49. oldal - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
158. oldal - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
186. oldal - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
102. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.