The Chilswell Book of English PoetryRobert Bridges Longmans, Green, 1924 - 272 pagina's |
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Pagina 56
... let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . " The harbour - bay was clear as glass , So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay , And the shadow of the Moon . ' The rock shone bright , the kirk no less 56.
... let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . " The harbour - bay was clear as glass , So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay , And the shadow of the Moon . ' The rock shone bright , the kirk no less 56.
Pagina 57
Robert Bridges. ' The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock . ' And the bay was white with silent light , Till , rising from the same , Full many ...
Robert Bridges. ' The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock . ' And the bay was white with silent light , Till , rising from the same , Full many ...
Pagina 64
... less The calm that round us grew . There seem'd from the remotest seat Of the white mountain waste , To the soft flower beneath our feet , A magic circle traced , - A spirit interfused around , A thrilling , silent life , - To momentary ...
... less The calm that round us grew . There seem'd from the remotest seat Of the white mountain waste , To the soft flower beneath our feet , A magic circle traced , - A spirit interfused around , A thrilling , silent life , - To momentary ...
Pagina 66
... Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind , Than calm in waters , seen . Shelley . 53 Kubla Khan ; or , A Vision in a Dream IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure - dome decree : Where Alph , the sacred river , ran Through caverns ...
... Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind , Than calm in waters , seen . Shelley . 53 Kubla Khan ; or , A Vision in a Dream IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure - dome decree : Where Alph , the sacred river , ran Through caverns ...
Pagina 101
... Childe Harold , iv . 178 . THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods , There is a rapture on the lonely shore , There is society , where none intrudes , By the deep Sea , and music in its roar : I love not Man the less , but Nature more ...
... Childe Harold , iv . 178 . THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods , There is a rapture on the lonely shore , There is society , where none intrudes , By the deep Sea , and music in its roar : I love not Man the less , but Nature more ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mirth mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem Quinquereme rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stood stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 176 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 102 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Pagina 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 18 - O Captain! My Captain! 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. O Captain! my Captain!
Pagina 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Pagina 199 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pagina 203 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Pagina 4 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 194 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.