English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 sidor |
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... art thou fled , To lay thy meek , contented head ? What happy region dost thou please 10 To make the seat of calms and ease ? Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state , to meet thee there . Encreasing avarice would find Thy ...
... art thou fled , To lay thy meek , contented head ? What happy region dost thou please 10 To make the seat of calms and ease ? Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state , to meet thee there . Encreasing avarice would find Thy ...
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... thy grave with pearly dew . The redbreast oft at ev'ning hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , 15 With hoary moss , and gather'd flow'rs , To deck the ground where thou art laid . 20 10 And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing ...
... thy grave with pearly dew . The redbreast oft at ev'ning hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , 15 With hoary moss , and gather'd flow'rs , To deck the ground where thou art laid . 20 10 And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing ...
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... thou thyself movest alone . Who can be a companion of thy course ? The oaks of the mountains fall : the moun- tains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks and grows again : the moon herself is lost in heaven ; but thou art for ...
... thou thyself movest alone . Who can be a companion of thy course ? The oaks of the mountains fall : the moun- tains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks and grows again : the moon herself is lost in heaven ; but thou art for ...
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... thou movest along the whis- tling heath of Mora : thy side that is white as the foam of the troubled sea , when the ... art thou , white- bosomed Câthba ? Where is that cloud in war , Duchômar ? Hast thou left me , O Fergus ! in the day ...
... thou movest along the whis- tling heath of Mora : thy side that is white as the foam of the troubled sea , when the ... art thou , white- bosomed Câthba ? Where is that cloud in war , Duchômar ? Hast thou left me , O Fergus ! in the day ...
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... Thou hast fallen in darkness , like a star that shoots across the desert ... art snow on the heath ; thy hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on ... thou gloomy man ! hard is thy heart of rock ; dark is thy terrible brow . But ...
... Thou hast fallen in darkness , like a star that shoots across the desert ... art snow on the heath ; thy hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on ... thou gloomy man ! hard is thy heart of rock ; dark is thy terrible brow . But ...
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Sida 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Sida 217 - 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 of things.
Sida 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Sida 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Sida 341 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Sida 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Sida 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Sida 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Sida 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Sida 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.