British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"Percy Adams Hutchinson C. Scribner's sons, 1912 - 537 pagina's |
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Pagina 40
... heard where ear is none ; As lead to grave in marble stone ; My song may pierce her heart as soon . Should we then sigh , or sing , or moan ? No , no , my lute , for I have done . The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves ...
... heard where ear is none ; As lead to grave in marble stone ; My song may pierce her heart as soon . Should we then sigh , or sing , or moan ? No , no , my lute , for I have done . The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves ...
Pagina 68
... heard of harme , he wexèd wondrous glad . All in a kirtle of discolourd say He clothed was , ypainted full of eyes ; And in his bosome secretly there lay An hatefull snake , the which he taile uptyes In many folds , and mortall sting ...
... heard of harme , he wexèd wondrous glad . All in a kirtle of discolourd say He clothed was , ypainted full of eyes ; And in his bosome secretly there lay An hatefull snake , the which he taile uptyes In many folds , and mortall sting ...
Pagina 90
... heard the woeful words she told ; She lifts the coffer - lids that close his eyes , Where , lo , two lamps , burnt out , in darkness lies ; Two glasses , where herself herself beheld A thousand times , and now no more reflect ; Their ...
... heard the woeful words she told ; She lifts the coffer - lids that close his eyes , Where , lo , two lamps , burnt out , in darkness lies ; Two glasses , where herself herself beheld A thousand times , and now no more reflect ; Their ...
Pagina 140
... heard one calling , " Child . " And I reply'd , " My Lord . " THE QUIP THE merry World did on a day With his train - bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay , And all in sport to jeer at me . First , Beauty crept into a rose ...
... heard one calling , " Child . " And I reply'd , " My Lord . " THE QUIP THE merry World did on a day With his train - bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay , And all in sport to jeer at me . First , Beauty crept into a rose ...
Pagina 141
... heard in Music you had skill . " But Thou shalt answer , Lord , for me . Then came brave Glory puffing by In silks that whistled , who but he ! He scarce allow'd me half an eye . But Thou shalt answer , Lord , for me . Then came quick ...
... heard in Music you had skill . " But Thou shalt answer , Lord , for me . Then came brave Glory puffing by In silks that whistled , who but he ! He scarce allow'd me half an eye . But Thou shalt answer , Lord , for me . Then came quick ...
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British Poems: From "Canturbury Tales" to "Recessional" Percy Adams Hutchison Volledige weergave - 1912 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Ae fond kiss angels Antistrophe ARTEMIDORA auld lang syne beauty beneath bird blow Bonny Dundee breast breath bright Camelot cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal Excalibur eyes face fair fear flame flowers glory gone grave green grief Grongar Hill hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill HOUNDS OF SPRING hour King King Arthur kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas lyre moon ne'er never night o'er once pain pale praise pride rose round Samian wine shade shore sigh sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree twas unto voice wave weep white-thorn wild wind wings youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 468 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
Pagina 316 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 358 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come...
Pagina 385 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The 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 !
Pagina 445 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pagina 101 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
Pagina 331 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...
Pagina 298 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Pagina 380 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pagina 386 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...