Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs for All Seasons. Browning's Lyrics of LifeJ.R. Osgood, 1871 |
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35. oldal
... Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them , when the rain is done , On the bridge of colors seven ...
... Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them , when the rain is done , On the bridge of colors seven ...
47. oldal
... follows after prayer . Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice , And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold ...
... follows after prayer . Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice , And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold ...
48. oldal
... follow it in its flight . I breathed a song into the air , It fell to earth , I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong , That it can follow the flight of song ? Long , long afterward , in an oak I found the arrow , still ...
... follow it in its flight . I breathed a song into the air , It fell to earth , I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong , That it can follow the flight of song ? Long , long afterward , in an oak I found the arrow , still ...
88. oldal
... follow the receding Footsteps that have gone before . Naught avails the imploring gesture , Naught avails the cry of pain ! When I touch the flying vesture , ' T is the gray robe of the rain . Baffled I return , and , leaning O'er the ...
... follow the receding Footsteps that have gone before . Naught avails the imploring gesture , Naught avails the cry of pain ! When I touch the flying vesture , ' T is the gray robe of the rain . Baffled I return , and , leaning O'er the ...
15. oldal
... follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And cheep and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her bosom , and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died . Why ...
... follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And cheep and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her bosom , and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died . Why ...
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Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs ... James Ripley Osgood Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALFRED TENNYSON angel beautiful beneath birds blossom blow bosom breast breath bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Clara Vere Clement Marot cloud cried dark dead dear death door dream earth Excelsior eyes face feet flame flowers fold forever Forever never Gismond gleam gold golden grave Guido Reni guilders hand happy HAPPY DAY hear heard heart heaven King kiss land LAST DUCHESS leaves Let them rave light lips little birdie live look Maud moon morning mother never night o'er Oriana peace PIED PIPER Piper praise Queen rain red planet Mars rest ride Ring Ringlet river rose rose-tree round sail Sandalphon shadow shining silent Singing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star stept sweet tears thee thine thou turn Vere de Vere voice weary Weser wild WILD BELLS wind yonder youth are long
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67. oldal - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
7. oldal - twas all one! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
71. oldal - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
16. 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.
51. oldal - Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence...
4. oldal - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
37. oldal - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
68. oldal - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
36. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
9. oldal - Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.