English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, 42. kötetP.F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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... LORD HOUGHTON SONNET .. WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE END OF THE PLAY . CHARLES KINGSLEY AIRLY BEACON THE SANDS Of Dee . · 959 PAGE • 967 972 972 • 973 973 974 974 975 976 976 976 977 · 979 986 993 998 999 1002 • 1004 • 1005 • 1005 ...
... LORD HOUGHTON SONNET .. WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE END OF THE PLAY . CHARLES KINGSLEY AIRLY BEACON THE SANDS Of Dee . · 959 PAGE • 967 972 972 • 973 973 974 974 975 976 976 976 977 · 979 986 993 998 999 1002 • 1004 • 1005 • 1005 ...
965. oldal
... SILENT SUN O CAPTAIN ! MY CAPTAIN ! . WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D PRAYER OF COLUMBUS 1404 1407 • 1408 • 1410 • 1412 · 1412 · • 1420 THE LAST INVOCATION • · • 1422 624 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON [ 1809-1892 ] THE LADY CONTENTS 965.
... SILENT SUN O CAPTAIN ! MY CAPTAIN ! . WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D PRAYER OF COLUMBUS 1404 1407 • 1408 • 1410 • 1412 · 1412 · • 1420 THE LAST INVOCATION • · • 1422 624 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON [ 1809-1892 ] THE LADY CONTENTS 965.
968. oldal
... to tower'd Camelot : And sometimes thro ' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two : She hath no loyal knight and true , The Lady of Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the 968 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
... to tower'd Camelot : And sometimes thro ' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two : She hath no loyal knight and true , The Lady of Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the 968 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
969. oldal
... rode down to Camelot . As often thro ' the purple night , Below the starry clusters bright , Some bearded meteor , trailing light , Moves over still Shalott . His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON ...
... rode down to Camelot . As often thro ' the purple night , Below the starry clusters bright , Some bearded meteor , trailing light , Moves over still Shalott . His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON ...
970. oldal
... look to Camelot . And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain , and down she lay ; The broad stream bore her far away , The Lady of Shalott . Lying , robed in snowy white That loosely flew to 970 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
... look to Camelot . And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain , and down she lay ; The broad stream bore her far away , The Lady of Shalott . Lying , robed in snowy white That loosely flew to 970 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON.
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Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone Grand-Pré grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadow moon morning never night o'er Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro Twas Vext village voice wander waves weary whisper wild wind word youth
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1219. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
1003. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
973. oldal - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
1214. oldal - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before . " Then the bird said "Nevermore.
971. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
1108. oldal - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
1199. oldal - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
1208. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
1251. oldal - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
990. oldal - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.