Harper's Anthology for College Courses in Composition and Literature: A speech at EtonFrederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese Harper & Brothers, 1926 |
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... hath my heart , and I have his " Sir Philip Sidney 449 78 " Having this day my horse , my hand , my lance " Sir Philip Sidney 449 79 " Nor roses kindling when the Night grows old " Pierre Ronsard 450 80 " When in disgrace with fortune ...
... hath my heart , and I have his " Sir Philip Sidney 449 78 " Having this day my horse , my hand , my lance " Sir Philip Sidney 449 79 " Nor roses kindling when the Night grows old " Pierre Ronsard 450 80 " When in disgrace with fortune ...
Pagina 24
... Hath been so warm of soul to me As coldest soul by that warm sea , Beneath the bright hot centered sun . No lands where any ices are Approach , or ever dare compare With warm loves born beneath the sun . The one the cold white steady ...
... Hath been so warm of soul to me As coldest soul by that warm sea , Beneath the bright hot centered sun . No lands where any ices are Approach , or ever dare compare With warm loves born beneath the sun . The one the cold white steady ...
Pagina 50
... Hath thee in thrall ! " I saw their starved lips in the gloam , With horrid warning gapèd wide , And I awoke and found me here , On the cold hill's side . And this is why I sojourn here , Alone and palely loitering , Though the sedge is ...
... Hath thee in thrall ! " I saw their starved lips in the gloam , With horrid warning gapèd wide , And I awoke and found me here , On the cold hill's side . And this is why I sojourn here , Alone and palely loitering , Though the sedge is ...
Pagina 61
... hath set . ' Tis dark : quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet : " This is no dream , my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here ...
... hath set . ' Tis dark : quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet : " This is no dream , my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here ...
Pagina 63
... . Of these the whole of the first and a brief passage near the beginning of the second are here reprinted . Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless 63 NARRATIVE AND DRAMATIC POEMS John Keats "We are the music-makers"
... . Of these the whole of the first and a brief passage near the beginning of the second are here reprinted . Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless 63 NARRATIVE AND DRAMATIC POEMS John Keats "We are the music-makers"
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Afrasiab Alfred Tennyson arms beauty beneath breast breath bright brother brow cheek child cloud dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth Euryalus eyes face fair father fear flowers grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hector hour John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leave light lips live look lord Lord Byron Marpessa Matthew Arnold mighty moon morning mother Ida never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Percy Bysshe Shelley praise pray Priam Queen Robert Browning rose round Rustum Rutuli sand shalt shore sigh silent sing Sirmio sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul spake speak spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro voice wandering weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 544 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Pagina 341 - Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds...
Pagina 652 - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pagina 342 - With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Pagina 770 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Pagina 678 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Pagina 602 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pagina 339 - Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Pagina 397 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 648 - 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?