Wordsworth-TennysonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1907 |
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Pagina 41
... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
Pagina 46
... feel , as in the Iliad , on a battlefield itself with its turmoil , its frenzy , its ecstasy . He was conscious of his gift , and freely used it . There is the impress of genuineness on the picture of Bannockburn . Read , for instance ...
... feel , as in the Iliad , on a battlefield itself with its turmoil , its frenzy , its ecstasy . He was conscious of his gift , and freely used it . There is the impress of genuineness on the picture of Bannockburn . Read , for instance ...
Pagina 67
... feel a shock , as in the presence of a cruel action , at the brutish exulta- tion of King Henry , as he hears on Richmond Chase Anne Boleyn's ' knell from Paul's ' : How sweetly that bell warbled o'er the water ! 5 It must have required ...
... feel a shock , as in the presence of a cruel action , at the brutish exulta- tion of King Henry , as he hears on Richmond Chase Anne Boleyn's ' knell from Paul's ' : How sweetly that bell warbled o'er the water ! 5 It must have required ...
Pagina 68
... feel for a consummate artist is needed to earn his pardon for the torture he inflicts upon them . Genius owes it to itself , to the world , to show the utmost it can do , to set itself difficult tasks , to climb high peaks which lead ...
... feel for a consummate artist is needed to earn his pardon for the torture he inflicts upon them . Genius owes it to itself , to the world , to show the utmost it can do , to set itself difficult tasks , to climb high peaks which lead ...
Pagina 71
... feel ! But oh , who ever felt as I ! No longer could I doubt him true ; All other men may use deceit ; He always said my eyes were blue , And often swore my lips were sweet.15 Is it no dream that I am he Whom one awake all night Rose ...
... feel ! But oh , who ever felt as I ! No longer could I doubt him true ; All other men may use deceit ; He always said my eyes were blue , And often swore my lips were sweet.15 Is it no dream that I am he Whom one awake all night Rose ...
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Pagina 5 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Pagina 212 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Pagina 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Pagina 199 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,
Pagina 93 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Pagina 212 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Pagina 121 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Pagina 201 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Pagina 7 - Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Pagina 41 - They sin who tell us love can die. ; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...