Poems of sentiment and reflectionHolt, 1912 |
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Pagina 2737
... hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : " My name is Ozymandias , king of kings : Look on my works , ye Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal ...
... hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : " My name is Ozymandias , king of kings : Look on my works , ye Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal ...
Pagina 2740
... hand shall spare , Nor any sun whose rays shall cross her night , Whose realm enfolds man's empire and its end . No armor of renown her sword shall dare , No council of the gods withstand her might- Stricken at last Time's lonely Titans ...
... hand shall spare , Nor any sun whose rays shall cross her night , Whose realm enfolds man's empire and its end . No armor of renown her sword shall dare , No council of the gods withstand her might- Stricken at last Time's lonely Titans ...
Pagina 2742
... hands clinging . We sing , and few will question if there slips A sob into our singing . Each has a certain step to learn ; Our prisoned feet move staidly in set places , And to and fro we pass , since life is stern , Patiently with ...
... hands clinging . We sing , and few will question if there slips A sob into our singing . Each has a certain step to learn ; Our prisoned feet move staidly in set places , And to and fro we pass , since life is stern , Patiently with ...
Pagina 2758
... hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving . Space is as nothing to spirit , the deed is outdone by the do- ing ; The heart of the wooer is warm , but warmer the heart of the wooing ; And up from the pits where these ...
... hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving . Space is as nothing to spirit , the deed is outdone by the do- ing ; The heart of the wooer is warm , but warmer the heart of the wooing ; And up from the pits where these ...
Pagina 2763
... HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out , and Jesus from the ground suspires . Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose , And Jamshyd's Seven - ringed Cup where no one knows ; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine , And many a Garden by the ...
... HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out , and Jesus from the ground suspires . Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose , And Jamshyd's Seven - ringed Cup where no one knows ; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine , And many a Garden by the ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alfred Tennyson auld auld lang syne beauty bells beneath bird breast breath bright Camelot charm dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear flame flowers frae glory golden gray hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hope hour John Keats Kilmeny king King Arthur Lady of Shalott land leaves light lilac-time lips live look Lord mind moon morning murmur never night o'er old Kentucky home once pain pleasure Ralph Waldo Emerson rose round Shalott shore sigh silent sing sinks low Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears thee there's thine things thou art thought toil voice wander weary whisper wild wind wine wings youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 2903 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Pagina 2977 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Pagina 2994 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down ; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much...
Pagina 2977 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Pagina 3018 - I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, 10 And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet...
Pagina 3053 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Pagina 3092 - mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded 'scutcheon blushed with blood of queens and kings. Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint ; She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven. Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure...
Pagina 2926 - FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead. Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony, Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Pagina 2771 - The Moving Finger writes ; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Pagina 2887 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a