The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volumul 4,Paginile 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pagini |
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Pagina 1260
Twice I have moulded an image , And thrice outstretched my hand , Made one of day and one of night And one of the salt sea - sand . One in a Judæan manger , And one by Avon stream , One over against the mouths of Nile , And one in the ...
Twice I have moulded an image , And thrice outstretched my hand , Made one of day and one of night And one of the salt sea - sand . One in a Judæan manger , And one by Avon stream , One over against the mouths of Nile , And one in the ...
Pagina 1267
... the utmost boundary of the East Where slowly the rose gathered and increased . There was light now , where all was black before : It was as on the opening of a door By one who in his hand a lamp doth hold Percy Bysshe Shelley.
... the utmost boundary of the East Where slowly the rose gathered and increased . There was light now , where all was black before : It was as on the opening of a door By one who in his hand a lamp doth hold Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Pagina 1268
By one who in his hand a lamp doth hold ( Its flame being hidden by the garment's fold ) , - The still air moves , the wide room is less dim . More bright the East became , the ocean turned Dark and more dark against the brightening sky ...
By one who in his hand a lamp doth hold ( Its flame being hidden by the garment's fold ) , - The still air moves , the wide room is less dim . More bright the East became , the ocean turned Dark and more dark against the brightening sky ...
Pagina 1270
... wave resounding , Seems the music made when God's own hands His mighty harpstrings sweep . Virginia Bioren Harrison [ 18 - Rêve du Midi 1271 A SUMMER NOON WHO has not 1270 Poems of Nature A Mary F Robinson Virginia Bioren Harrison.
... wave resounding , Seems the music made when God's own hands His mighty harpstrings sweep . Virginia Bioren Harrison [ 18 - Rêve du Midi 1271 A SUMMER NOON WHO has not 1270 Poems of Nature A Mary F Robinson Virginia Bioren Harrison.
Pagina 1291
... angels pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung through the woods , The woods with living airs How softly fanned , Light.
... angels pass . Before them fleets the shower , And burst the buds , And shine the level lands , And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung through the woods , The woods with living airs How softly fanned , Light.
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn beauty bird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts chee clouds comes creeping daisies dark dead deep dost doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flowers frost garden gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee thine things thou art Vincent Bourne violets voice wander waves weary William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
Pasaje populare
Pagina 1536 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Pagina 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Pagina 1425 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Pagina 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Pagina 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Pagina 1503 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Pagina 1373 - I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret ' By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Pagina 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.