The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - 426 oldal |
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... Graves Mr. Stephen Gwynn Mr. Thomas Hardy Mrs. Hinkson Mr. W. G. Hole Mr. E. G. A. Holmes Mr. Ford Madox Hueffer Hon . Emily Lawless Mr. Eugene Lee - Hamilton Mr. A. E. J. Legge Mr. J. Huntly McCarthy Mr. Neil Munro Mr. Ernest Myers Mr ...
... Graves Mr. Stephen Gwynn Mr. Thomas Hardy Mrs. Hinkson Mr. W. G. Hole Mr. E. G. A. Holmes Mr. Ford Madox Hueffer Hon . Emily Lawless Mr. Eugene Lee - Hamilton Mr. A. E. J. Legge Mr. J. Huntly McCarthy Mr. Neil Munro Mr. Ernest Myers Mr ...
xvii. oldal
... grave of Charles Lamb in Edmonton IX . A Return to London - Westminster Bridge - Westminster Abbey - A Song of ... Graves 303 G. F. Savage - Armstrong 303 - Ethna Carbery 305 Moira O'Neill 307 - Moira O'Neill 308 W. B. Yeats 309 · J. K. ...
... grave of Charles Lamb in Edmonton IX . A Return to London - Westminster Bridge - Westminster Abbey - A Song of ... Graves 303 G. F. Savage - Armstrong 303 - Ethna Carbery 305 Moira O'Neill 307 - Moira O'Neill 308 W. B. Yeats 309 · J. K. ...
xviii. oldal
... Grave · From " Memorial Verses ' Doer and Dreamer Memorabilia Keats Page Anon . 319 Andrew Lang 320 -Henry Newbolt 321 Matthew Arnold 323 Austin Dobson 323 J. Hamilton Reynolds 324 Gray 325 Ernest Myers 326 Herrick 326 William Watson ...
... Grave · From " Memorial Verses ' Doer and Dreamer Memorabilia Keats Page Anon . 319 Andrew Lang 320 -Henry Newbolt 321 Matthew Arnold 323 Austin Dobson 323 J. Hamilton Reynolds 324 Gray 325 Ernest Myers 326 Herrick 326 William Watson ...
26. oldal
... graves of Clan Chattan are clustered together , Where Macgillavray died by the Well of the Dead , We stooped to the moorland and plucked the pale heather That blooms where the hope of the Stuart was sped . And a whisper awoke on the ...
... graves of Clan Chattan are clustered together , Where Macgillavray died by the Well of the Dead , We stooped to the moorland and plucked the pale heather That blooms where the hope of the Stuart was sped . And a whisper awoke on the ...
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... gave The resting - place I asked , an early grave . O thou , whom chance leads to this nameless stone , From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never more must see , Echoes from History 29 Macaulay.
... gave The resting - place I asked , an early grave . O thou , whom chance leads to this nameless stone , From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never more must see , Echoes from History 29 Macaulay.
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A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon afar bird blow blue Bonnie Dundee brave breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley Charlie clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England eyes face fair fame fight Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam grass grave green grey grey gulls hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills honour Jean Blewett King land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night o'er Perceval Gibbon R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ship shore sigh silent sings skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stand stars stream summer sweet tears Téméraire thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind woods
Népszerű szakaszok
333. oldal - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
182. oldal - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
5. oldal - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
127. oldal - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
73. oldal - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. 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.
11. oldal - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
396. oldal - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
18. oldal - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
192. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
401. oldal - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.