The Magic Carpet: Poems for Travelers Selected by Mrs. Waldo Richards...Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 510 oldal |
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19. oldal
... to the world's Romance . He takes dull money , turns and hands The roadways to far distant lands . Bright shining rail and fenceless sea Are partners to his wizardry . He calls off names as if they were Just names [ 19 ]
... to the world's Romance . He takes dull money , turns and hands The roadways to far distant lands . Bright shining rail and fenceless sea Are partners to his wizardry . He calls off names as if they were Just names [ 19 ]
30. oldal
... bright towers of silence steal Into infinity ! My heart within me faints to roam In thought even far from thee : Thine be the grave whereto I come , And thine my darkness be . WALTER DE LA MARE GOING UP TO LONDON " As I went up to [ 30 ]
... bright towers of silence steal Into infinity ! My heart within me faints to roam In thought even far from thee : Thine be the grave whereto I come , And thine my darkness be . WALTER DE LA MARE GOING UP TO LONDON " As I went up to [ 30 ]
33. oldal
... art of townes A per se . Soveraign of cities , seemliest in sight , Of high renoun , riches and royaltie ; Of lordis , barons , and many a goodly knyght ; Of most delectable lusty ladies bright ; Of famous prelatis [ 33 ] .
... art of townes A per se . Soveraign of cities , seemliest in sight , Of high renoun , riches and royaltie ; Of lordis , barons , and many a goodly knyght ; Of most delectable lusty ladies bright ; Of famous prelatis [ 33 ] .
34. oldal
... bright ; Of famous prelatis , in habitis clericall ; Of merchauntis full of substaunce and of myght : London , thou art the flour of Cities all . Gladdith anon , thou lusty Troynovaunt , Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy ; In all ...
... bright ; Of famous prelatis , in habitis clericall ; Of merchauntis full of substaunce and of myght : London , thou art the flour of Cities all . Gladdith anon , thou lusty Troynovaunt , Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy ; In all ...
37. oldal
... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very ...
... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Aberdovey Arthur Guiterman Ballad Ballyshannon beauty bells beneath bird blue Bouillabaisse breath bright brown burning Carcassonne clouds cold dark dead dear deep Don John dream earth Eilidh England eyes fair feet flowers France gleams gold golden gray green grey hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highland hills holy James Elroy Flecker Jeanne JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER John of Austria Kerry King land light London Lord LORD BYRON Mary Messrs mist morning mountains never night o'er peace Poems purple Queen rain Rhine river Robert Robert Hillyer Rome rose round sail Saint shining ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars Street sunset sweet thee there's thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich tower town trees Twas voice W. M. Letts waves wild William WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder
Népszerű szakaszok
94. oldal - BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
xxi. oldal - 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.
237. oldal - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
14. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
95. oldal - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
139. oldal - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
82. oldal - Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
114. oldal - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
280. oldal - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
269. oldal - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung.