The Blue Poetry BookAndrew Lang Longmans, Green & Company, 1896 - 264 oldal |
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... cold , Tom was happy and warm : So , if all do their duty , they need not fear harm . W. BLAKE . Nora's Vow HEAR what Highland Nora said , - ' The Earlie's son I will not wed , Should all the race of nature die , And none be left but he ...
... cold , Tom was happy and warm : So , if all do their duty , they need not fear harm . W. BLAKE . Nora's Vow HEAR what Highland Nora said , - ' The Earlie's son I will not wed , Should all the race of nature die , And none be left but he ...
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... cold . Had it lived long , it would have been Lilies without , roses within . A. MARVELL . C The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the The Girl describes her Fawn 17 Ye Mariners of England (A Naval Ode) T Campbell The Girl ...
... cold . Had it lived long , it would have been Lilies without , roses within . A. MARVELL . C The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the The Girl describes her Fawn 17 Ye Mariners of England (A Naval Ode) T Campbell The Girl ...
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... cold away .'- -'O Richard ! if my brother died , ' Twas but a fatal chance : For darkling was the battle tried , And fortune sped the lance . ' If pall and vair no more I wear , Nor thou the crimson sheen , As warm , we'll say , is the ...
... cold away .'- -'O Richard ! if my brother died , ' Twas but a fatal chance : For darkling was the battle tried , And fortune sped the lance . ' If pall and vair no more I wear , Nor thou the crimson sheen , As warm , we'll say , is the ...
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... cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet ...
... cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet ...
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... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To ...
... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To ...
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204. oldal - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
62. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
69. oldal - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet...
132. oldal - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, 250 BOOK FOURTH.
65. oldal - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
202. oldal - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may...
31. oldal - At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung : LOCHINVAR. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
26. oldal - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
128. 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.
203. oldal - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...