English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, 42. kötetP.F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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967. oldal
... wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four gray towers , Overlook a space of flowers , And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd ...
... wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four gray towers , Overlook a space of flowers , And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd ...
974. oldal
... waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost , And like a ghost she glimmers on to me . Now lies the ...
... waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost , And like a ghost she glimmers on to me . Now lies the ...
993. oldal
... wave will roll us shoreward soon . " In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon . All round the coast the languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary dream . Full - faced above the valley ...
... wave will roll us shoreward soon . " In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon . All round the coast the languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary dream . Full - faced above the valley ...
994. oldal
... wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that ...
... wave ; we will no longer roam . " CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that ...
995. oldal
... wave ? All things have rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence - ripen , fall , and cease : Give us long rest or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . V How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever ...
... wave ? All things have rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence - ripen , fall , and cease : Give us long rest or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . V How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever ...
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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.