The English Poets, 4. kötetThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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20. oldal
... thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The picture ...
... thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The picture ...
22. oldal
... thee in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty mountain - winds be free To blow against thee : and , in after years , When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely ...
... thee in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty mountain - winds be free To blow against thee : and , in after years , When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely ...
39. oldal
... Thee , Vision as thou art , I bless thee with a human heart ; God shield thee to thy latest years ! Thee , neither know I , nor thy peers ; And yet thy eyes are fill'd with tears With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far ...
... Thee , Vision as thou art , I bless thee with a human heart ; God shield thee to thy latest years ! Thee , neither know I , nor thy peers ; And yet thy eyes are fill'd with tears With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far ...
40. oldal
... thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell ; Adopt your homely ways and dress , A Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art ...
... thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell ; Adopt your homely ways and dress , A Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art ...
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... thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the cabin small , The lake , the bay , the waterfall ; And Thee , the Spirit of them all ! ( 1803. ) THE SOLITARY REAPER . Behold her ...
... thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the cabin small , The lake , the bay , the waterfall ; And Thee , the Spirit of them all ! ( 1803. ) THE SOLITARY REAPER . Behold her ...
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19. oldal - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
284. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
375. oldal - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
324. oldal - 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.
285. oldal - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. 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;...
83. oldal - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
324. oldal - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
376. oldal - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
260. oldal - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
740. oldal - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.