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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xii. oldal
... water , these are not for the few ; nor is poetry to be cooped and confined any more than these . True poetry has a far nobler mission than to puzzle , or to amuse , or even to excite ; it is the voice of all that is best in humanity ...
... water , these are not for the few ; nor is poetry to be cooped and confined any more than these . True poetry has a far nobler mission than to puzzle , or to amuse , or even to excite ; it is the voice of all that is best in humanity ...
4. oldal
... , that swim beneath salt water , Do never blind their eyes ; methinks it is a matter An inch above the reach of old Erra Pater ! Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ? Fain would I be resolved How things are done ; 4 POEMS OF FANCY .
... , that swim beneath salt water , Do never blind their eyes ; methinks it is a matter An inch above the reach of old Erra Pater ! Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ? Fain would I be resolved How things are done ; 4 POEMS OF FANCY .
39. oldal
... water bounds the elfin land ; Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine , Then dart the glistening arch below , And catch a drop from his silver bow . The water - sprites will wield their arms And ...
... water bounds the elfin land ; Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine , Then dart the glistening arch below , And catch a drop from his silver bow . The water - sprites will wield their arms And ...
40. oldal
... water - side , away ! " The goblin marked his monarch well ; He spake not , but he bowed him low , Then plucked a crimson colen - bell , And turned him round in act to go . The way is long , he cannot fly , His soiled wing has lost its ...
... water - side , away ! " The goblin marked his monarch well ; He spake not , but he bowed him low , Then plucked a crimson colen - bell , And turned him round in act to go . The way is long , he cannot fly , His soiled wing has lost its ...
41. oldal
... on a rock , he breathed a prayer , Above his head his arms he threw , Then tossed a tiny curve in air , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves From the sea FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 41.
... on a rock , he breathed a prayer , Above his head his arms he threw , Then tossed a tiny curve in air , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves From the sea FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 41.
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion 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 tree 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...
396. oldal - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
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...
389. 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...