The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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16. oldal
... tears ; The unctuous dew - laps of a snail , The broke - heart of a nightingale O'ercome in music ; with a wine Ne'er ravished from the flattering vine , But gently prest from the soft side . Of the most sweet and dainty bride , Brought ...
... tears ; The unctuous dew - laps of a snail , The broke - heart of a nightingale O'ercome in music ; with a wine Ne'er ravished from the flattering vine , But gently prest from the soft side . Of the most sweet and dainty bride , Brought ...
24. oldal
... tears have o'er them shed ; Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep , Or left the couch of love to weep . We have seen ! we have seen ! but the time must come , And the angels will weep at the day of doom ! " O , would the fairest of ...
... tears have o'er them shed ; Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep , Or left the couch of love to weep . We have seen ! we have seen ! but the time must come , And the angels will weep at the day of doom ! " O , would the fairest of ...
28. oldal
... tear , and left her knee ; And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled , Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead ; A coffin was set on a distant plain , And she saw the red blood fall like rain : Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew ...
... tear , and left her knee ; And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled , Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead ; A coffin was set on a distant plain , And she saw the red blood fall like rain : Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew ...
51. oldal
... bosom rise , And the tear - drop started in her eyes . And " O , sweet spirit of earth , " she cried , " Return no more to your woodland height , But ever here with me abide In the land of FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 51.
... bosom rise , And the tear - drop started in her eyes . And " O , sweet spirit of earth , " she cried , " Return no more to your woodland height , But ever here with me abide In the land of FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 51.
53. oldal
... tear was in her drooping eye ; But she led him to the palace gate , And called the sylphs who hovered there , And bade them fly and bring him straight , Of clouds condensed , a sable car . With charm and spell she blessed it there ...
... tear was in her drooping eye ; But she led him to the palace gate , And called the sylphs who hovered there , And bade them fly and bring him straight , Of clouds condensed , a sable car . With charm and spell she blessed it there ...
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beauty beneath bird blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOHN KEATS JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light lips live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation Ulalume voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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119. oldal - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
317. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
124. oldal - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
129. oldal - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
121. oldal - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
399. oldal - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
122. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
130. oldal - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
221. oldal - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...