The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volumul 4,Paginile 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pagini |
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... Shore . In Our Boat Poor Jack . Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1547 Epes Sargent . 1548 Walter Mitchell . 1549 .Dinah Maria Mulock Craik 1551 Charles Dibdin . 1551 Outward A Passer - by Off Rivière du Loup Christmas at Sea .. The Port o ...
... Shore . In Our Boat Poor Jack . Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1547 Epes Sargent . 1548 Walter Mitchell . 1549 .Dinah Maria Mulock Craik 1551 Charles Dibdin . 1551 Outward A Passer - by Off Rivière du Loup Christmas at Sea .. The Port o ...
Pagina 1268
... shore Were green like leaves whereon no sun doth shine , Though sunlight make the outer branches hoar . From rose to red the level heaven burned ; Then sudden , as if a sword fell from on high , A blade of gold flashed on the ocean's ...
... shore Were green like leaves whereon no sun doth shine , Though sunlight make the outer branches hoar . From rose to red the level heaven burned ; Then sudden , as if a sword fell from on high , A blade of gold flashed on the ocean's ...
Pagina 1296
... shore , O sweet new - year , delaying long ; Thou doest expectant Nature wrong , Delaying long , delay no more . What stays thee from the clouded noons , Thy sweetness from its proper place ? Can trouble live with April days , Or ...
... shore , O sweet new - year , delaying long ; Thou doest expectant Nature wrong , Delaying long , delay no more . What stays thee from the clouded noons , Thy sweetness from its proper place ? Can trouble live with April days , Or ...
Pagina 1376
... shore ; - Like the spirits that lie In the azure sky . When they love but live no more . Percy Bysshe Shelley [ 1792-1822 ] THE CATARACT OF LODORE " How does the water Come down at Lodore ? " My little boy asked me Thus , once on a time ...
... shore ; - Like the spirits that lie In the azure sky . When they love but live no more . Percy Bysshe Shelley [ 1792-1822 ] THE CATARACT OF LODORE " How does the water Come down at Lodore ? " My little boy asked me Thus , once on a time ...
Pagina 1382
... shore look dim , We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near and the daylight's past . Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ...
... shore look dim , We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near and the daylight's past . Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ...
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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.