The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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Allan-a-Dale Angantyr Anne Hathaway bells beneath Bezide bowers brave breast breath bright brow burning charms Christmas cloud Clusium cried dark dead deep dream earth eyes face fair fame fear fight FITZ-GREENE HALLECK Fitz-James flowers gazed glory glow gold grave green hall hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN Jötunheim King King Arthur lady land Lars Porsena light lips living look Lord Lovel lord of Ross loud Marmion mighty ne'er never night o'er poet poetry praise pride roar ROBERT BROWNING Rome rose round shade Shakespeare shine ship shore silent sing Sir Bedivere smile song soul sound spirit stars stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou thought Thrym tide Tinkler toil towers turned voice wall WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wave wild wind word
Populaire passages
Pagina 6 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Pagina 120 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells; In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire.
Pagina 197 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Pagina 120 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 205 - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Pagina 109 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pagina 71 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Pagina 117 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
Pagina 26 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Pagina 318 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...