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... o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his ...
... o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his ...
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... o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice ...
... o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice ...
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... o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of ...
... o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of ...
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... o'er , Like some one she had never seen before ! But such a sudden anguish - lit surprise I never view'd before in human eyes . ( I've seen it oft enough since in a dream ; It sometimes wakes me like a midnight scream . ) Next morning ...
... o'er , Like some one she had never seen before ! But such a sudden anguish - lit surprise I never view'd before in human eyes . ( I've seen it oft enough since in a dream ; It sometimes wakes me like a midnight scream . ) Next morning ...
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... o'er ; Part of it never breathed the air before . " Tisn't over - usual , it must be allow'd , To volunteer heart - story to a crowd , And scatter ' mongst them confidential tears , But you'll protect an old man with his years ; And ...
... o'er ; Part of it never breathed the air before . " Tisn't over - usual , it must be allow'd , To volunteer heart - story to a crowd , And scatter ' mongst them confidential tears , But you'll protect an old man with his years ; And ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY arms bear beautiful bells bless blood brave breast breath Bregenz brow child Claudius clouds Commodus cried dark dead dear death Decemvir deep dream Earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fellah flowers gazed girl Goody Cole grave Hampton River hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Kate Shelly King kiss Lady laugh Lictors light lips live look look'd Lord Mac-Morlan morning mother never night o'er once PARTHENIA pass'd poor prayer R. H. DANA ring river round S. T. COLERIDGE Sandalphon seem'd shore shout silence smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree turn'd Twas Virg Virginia voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wood words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 199 - O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor-lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vauish'd hand, And the sound of a voice
Pagina 18 - waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter
Pagina 133 - great men reach'd and kept Were not attain'd by sudden flight; But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before — A path to higher destinies. Nor deem th' irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly
Pagina 130 - The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are
Pagina 209 - wanton'd 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 307 - ALFRED TENNYSON. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. Forward the Light Brigade I Charge for the guns, he said. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. Forward the Light Brigade ! Was there a man
Pagina 328 - nymph, sweet Liberty: And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Pagina 331 - and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stay'd not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone; He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, — the gallant came late
Pagina 131 - of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. THE
Pagina 473 - TENNYSON. THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.