Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 pagini |
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Pagina 15
... fall ; The water's fall , with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all . 15 [ EDMUND SPENSER . I give the foregoing passage as a specimen of what Coleridge calls ...
... fall ; The water's fall , with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all . 15 [ EDMUND SPENSER . I give the foregoing passage as a specimen of what Coleridge calls ...
Pagina 38
... fall portending . And , turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then , — 66 Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself ...
... fall portending . And , turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then , — 66 Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself ...
Pagina 43
... fall , Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay , She lights on that , and this , and tasteth all , But , pleased with none , doth rise and soar away . So , when the soul finds here no true content , And , like Noah's dove ...
... fall , Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay , She lights on that , and this , and tasteth all , But , pleased with none , doth rise and soar away . So , when the soul finds here no true content , And , like Noah's dove ...
Pagina 45
... fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . [ Sir H. WOTTON , poet , statesman , and diplomatist , born 1568 , died 1639. ] " RAMBLE A - FIELD TO BROOKS AND BOWERS , TO PICK UP SENTIMENTS AND ...
... fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . [ Sir H. WOTTON , poet , statesman , and diplomatist , born 1568 , died 1639. ] " RAMBLE A - FIELD TO BROOKS AND BOWERS , TO PICK UP SENTIMENTS AND ...
Pagina 50
... fall to - night , For thou must die . Sweet Rose ! when here , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring ! full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets ...
... fall to - night , For thou must die . Sweet Rose ! when here , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring ! full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER SELKIRK BATTLE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT BATTLE OF IVRY BEAUTY beneath bird Bishop Bruno blessed blest born brave breast breath bright Britannia CAMPBELL cloud COWPER dark death deep delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS Henry Honour HOPE hour JOHN MILTON King land light live look Lord maid MELROSE ABBEY MICHAEL DRAYTON MILTON MIND moon morning mountain MUSIC NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never night numbers o'er poem poet praise pride Queen Mab ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin round Rule Britannia shade SHELLEY shining shore sing sleep smile song SOUL sound SOUTHEY spirit spring stars storm sweet Tell thee thine THINGS THOMAS CAMPBELL thought trees voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WORDSWORTH youth
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Pagina 197 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Pagina 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Pagina 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Pagina 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Pagina 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 205 - 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.
Pagina 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Pagina 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Pagina 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!