British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"Percy Adams Hutchinson C. Scribner's sons, 1912 - 537 sidor |
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... Faces 348 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ( 1775–1864 ) Rose Aylmer 349 Dirce 349 The Death of Artemidora 350 · To Ianthe 350 · On Lucretia Borgia's Hair Iphigeneia and Agamemnon On His Seventy - fifth Birthday THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) Ye ...
... Faces 348 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ( 1775–1864 ) Rose Aylmer 349 Dirce 349 The Death of Artemidora 350 · To Ianthe 350 · On Lucretia Borgia's Hair Iphigeneia and Agamemnon On His Seventy - fifth Birthday THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) Ye ...
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... face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirche - dore she hadde fyve , Withouten other compaignye in youthe ; But thereof nedeth nat to speke as nouthe.34 And thryes hadde she been at ...
... face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirche - dore she hadde fyve , Withouten other compaignye in youthe ; But thereof nedeth nat to speke as nouthe.34 And thryes hadde she been at ...
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... face pale of drede and bisy thoght , She hath at scole and elleswher him soght , Til finally she gan so fer espye That he last seyn was in the Iewerye . With modres pitee in hir brest enclosed She gooth , as she were half out of hir ...
... face pale of drede and bisy thoght , She hath at scole and elleswher him soght , Til finally she gan so fer espye That he last seyn was in the Iewerye . With modres pitee in hir brest enclosed She gooth , as she were half out of hir ...
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... face , And cried , " Good Lady , pardon me , Which here appeal unto your grace , You know if I have been untrue , It was in too much praising you . “ And though this Judge do make such haste To shed with shame my guiltless blood , Yet ...
... face , And cried , " Good Lady , pardon me , Which here appeal unto your grace , You know if I have been untrue , It was in too much praising you . “ And though this Judge do make such haste To shed with shame my guiltless blood , Yet ...
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... face was lean , and somedeal pined away , And eke his hands consumèd to the bone , But what his body was , I cannot say , For on his carcass raiment had he none , Save clouts and patches , piecèd one by one ; With staff in hand , and ...
... face was lean , and somedeal pined away , And eke his hands consumèd to the bone , But what his body was , I cannot say , For on his carcass raiment had he none , Save clouts and patches , piecèd one by one ; With staff in hand , and ...
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British Poems: From "Canturbury Tales" to "Recessional" Percy Adams Hutchison Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1912 |
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Ae fond kiss angels Antistrophe ARTEMIDORA auld lang syne beauty beneath bird blow Bonny Dundee breast breath bright Camelot cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal Excalibur eyes face fair fear flame flowers glory gone grave green grief Grongar Hill hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill HOUNDS OF SPRING hour King King Arthur kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas lyre moon ne'er never night o'er once pain pale praise pride rose round Samian wine shade shore sigh sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree twas unto voice wave weep white-thorn wild wind wings youth
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Sida 468 - 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. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
Sida 316 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Sida 358 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come...
Sida 385 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Sida 445 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Sida 101 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
Sida 331 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...
Sida 298 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Sida 380 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Sida 386 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...