English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, 42. kötetP.F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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972. oldal
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my ...
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my ...
977. oldal
... rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees : all times I have enjoy'd Greatly , have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me , and alone ; on shore , and when Thro ' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I ...
... rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees : all times I have enjoy'd Greatly , have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me , and alone ; on shore , and when Thro ' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I ...
979. oldal
... rest , Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West . Many a night I saw the Pleiads , rising thro ' the mellow shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies tangled in a silver braid . Here about the beach I wander'd ...
... rest , Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West . Many a night I saw the Pleiads , rising thro ' the mellow shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies tangled in a silver braid . Here about the beach I wander'd ...
982. oldal
... rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . ' Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen ...
... rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . ' Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen ...
984. oldal
... rest . Hark , my merry comrades call me , sounding on the bugle - horn , They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn : Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ? I am shamed thro ' all my nature ...
... rest . Hark , my merry comrades call me , sounding on the bugle - horn , They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn : Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ? I am shamed thro ' all my nature ...
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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.