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Pagina 19
... BENEATH THE MOON DECAYS I KNOW that all beneath the moon decays , And what by mortals in this world is brought , In Time's great periods shall return to nought ; That fairest states have fatal nights and days ; I know how all the Muse's ...
... BENEATH THE MOON DECAYS I KNOW that all beneath the moon decays , And what by mortals in this world is brought , In Time's great periods shall return to nought ; That fairest states have fatal nights and days ; I know how all the Muse's ...
Pagina 39
... beneath some pleasant weed . The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening , when the frost Has wrought a silence , from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song , in warmth increasing ever , And seems to one in ...
... beneath some pleasant weed . The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening , when the frost Has wrought a silence , from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song , in warmth increasing ever , And seems to one in ...
Pagina 48
... torn the Naiad from her flood , The Elfin from the green grass , and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree ? Edgar Allan Poe ( 1809-1849 ) . THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound , 48.
... torn the Naiad from her flood , The Elfin from the green grass , and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree ? Edgar Allan Poe ( 1809-1849 ) . THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound , 48.
Pagina 55
... beneath thee throng , Than in that mount whose sides , with ruin hung , Frown o'er black glens and gorges thunder - rent ? Is there less mystery ? Wisely if we ponder , Thine is the mightier marvel . Life in thee Is strong as in ...
... beneath thee throng , Than in that mount whose sides , with ruin hung , Frown o'er black glens and gorges thunder - rent ? Is there less mystery ? Wisely if we ponder , Thine is the mightier marvel . Life in thee Is strong as in ...
Pagina 56
LAURA E. LOCKWOOD, Ph.D. THOUGH TO THE VILEST THINGS BENEATH THE MOON 1 THOUGH to the vilest things beneath the moon For poor Ease ' sake I give away my heart , And for the moment's sympathy let part My sense and sight of truth , Thy ...
LAURA E. LOCKWOOD, Ph.D. THOUGH TO THE VILEST THINGS BENEATH THE MOON 1 THOUGH to the vilest things beneath the moon For poor Ease ' sake I give away my heart , And for the moment's sympathy let part My sense and sight of truth , Thy ...
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Pagina 13 - 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.
Pagina 24 - 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 14 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 97 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Pagina 9 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 23 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Pagina 21 - Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Pagina 12 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Pagina 21 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Pagina 21 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.