The Magic Carpet: Poems for Travelers Selected by Mrs. Waldo Richards...Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 510 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
2. oldal
... sweet glances of thy honored love , I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than , living dully sluggardized at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness . SHAKESPEARE THE SEA GYPSY I AM fevered ...
... sweet glances of thy honored love , I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than , living dully sluggardized at home , Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness . SHAKESPEARE THE SEA GYPSY I AM fevered ...
8. oldal
... sweet dream when the long trick's over . JOHN MASEFIELD A GULL GREY wings , O grey wings against a cloud Over the rough waves flashing , Whose was the scream , startling and loud , Keen through the skies , was it thine , Piercing above ...
... sweet dream when the long trick's over . JOHN MASEFIELD A GULL GREY wings , O grey wings against a cloud Over the rough waves flashing , Whose was the scream , startling and loud , Keen through the skies , was it thine , Piercing above ...
17. oldal
... sweet white wine . Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus , Dipping through the Tropics by the palm - green shores With a cargo of diamonds , Emeralds , amethysts , Topazes , and cinnamon , and gold moidores . Dirty British ...
... sweet white wine . Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus , Dipping through the Tropics by the palm - green shores With a cargo of diamonds , Emeralds , amethysts , Topazes , and cinnamon , and gold moidores . Dirty British ...
33. oldal
... sweet , Crowding , crowding after ; Every little crooked street Will echo to their laughter ; Lilting , as they mark my look , Chanting , two and two , Dreamed it , dreamed it in a dream And waked and found it true ! Sing , you rhymes ...
... sweet , Crowding , crowding after ; Every little crooked street Will echo to their laughter ; Lilting , as they mark my look , Chanting , two and two , Dreamed it , dreamed it in a dream And waked and found it true ! Sing , you rhymes ...
37. oldal
... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY " The Southern Transept , hardly known by any other name but Poets ' Corner . " DEAN STANLEY TREAD ...
... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY " The Southern Transept , hardly known by any other name but Poets ' Corner . " DEAN STANLEY TREAD ...
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.