English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, 42. kötetP.F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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974. oldal
... thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . 631 O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow 974 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON Now SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL O SWALLOW, Swallow.
... thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . 631 O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow 974 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON Now SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL O SWALLOW, Swallow.
975. oldal
... follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And cheep and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her bosom , and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died . Why ...
... follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and trill , And cheep and twitter twenty million loves . O were I thou that she might take me in , And lay me on her bosom , and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died . Why ...
978. oldal
... follow knowledge , like a sinking star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle― Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow ...
... follow knowledge , like a sinking star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle― Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow ...
988. oldal
... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again . As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly ...
... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again . As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly ...
1001. oldal
... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war- If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war- If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
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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.