The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - 426 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... bright circle warms . Lift not thy spear against the Muses ' bower : The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus , when temple and tower Went to the ground : and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To ...
... bright circle warms . Lift not thy spear against the Muses ' bower : The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus , when temple and tower Went to the ground : and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To ...
Pagina 37
... bright with melting tar , The lad up in the foretop sees square white sails afar ; The east wind drives three square - sailed masts from out the Breton Bay , And " Clear for action ! " Farmer shouts , and reefers yell " Hooray ! " The ...
... bright with melting tar , The lad up in the foretop sees square white sails afar ; The east wind drives three square - sailed masts from out the Breton Bay , And " Clear for action ! " Farmer shouts , and reefers yell " Hooray ! " The ...
Pagina 38
... bright a sword as saintly smiths could forge ; And both were simple seamen , but both could under- stand How each was bound to win or die for flag and native land . The French ship was La Surveillante , which means the watchful maid ...
... bright a sword as saintly smiths could forge ; And both were simple seamen , but both could under- stand How each was bound to win or die for flag and native land . The French ship was La Surveillante , which means the watchful maid ...
Pagina 43
... bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet , amidst ...
... bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet , amidst ...
Pagina 48
... bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell : But hush ...
... bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell : But hush ...
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The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English Verse Robert Pickett Scott Vizualizare completă - 1907 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon birds blow blue bonnie Bonnie Dundee breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England Ethel Clifford eyes face fair fame Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam golden grass grave green grey grey gulls happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills King kiss land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night Nora Chesson o'er peace Perceval Gibbon purple R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind winter woods
Pasaje populare
Pagina 333 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Pagina 5 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Pagina 73 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 127 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 185 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Pagina 11 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Pagina 18 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Pagina 401 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Pagina 333 - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Pagina 179 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.