The British Poets, Volume 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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Pagina 7
... . No one . Sel . My husband's father told it me , Poor old Sesina - angels rest his soul ; He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beam 7 The Foster Mother's Tale A Dramatic Fragment.
... . No one . Sel . My husband's father told it me , Poor old Sesina - angels rest his soul ; He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beam 7 The Foster Mother's Tale A Dramatic Fragment.
Pagina 11
... soul Self - questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived , ere yet this robe of flesh we wore . * O my sweet baby ! when I reach my door , If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead , ( As sometimes , through excess of hope ...
... soul Self - questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived , ere yet this robe of flesh we wore . * O my sweet baby ! when I reach my door , If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead , ( As sometimes , through excess of hope ...
Pagina 14
... soul found wings , and soared aloft ! VI . The straining oar and chamois chase Had formed his limbs to strength and grace : On wave and wind the boy would toss , Was great , nor knew how great he was ! VII . He knew not that his chosen ...
... soul found wings , and soared aloft ! VI . The straining oar and chamois chase Had formed his limbs to strength and grace : On wave and wind the boy would toss , Was great , nor knew how great he was ! VII . He knew not that his chosen ...
Pagina 17
... soul ! The Angel of the Earth , who , while he guides His chariot - planet round the goal of day , All trembling gazes on the eye of God , A moment turned his awful face away ; VOL . II . 2 And as he viewed you , from his aspect sweet ...
... soul ! The Angel of the Earth , who , while he guides His chariot - planet round the goal of day , All trembling gazes on the eye of God , A moment turned his awful face away ; VOL . II . 2 And as he viewed you , from his aspect sweet ...
Pagina 18
... soul rejoiced to see The shrine of social Liberty ! O beautiful ! O Nature's child ! ' Twas thence you hailed the platform wild , Where once the Austrian fell Beneath the shaft of Tell ! O Lady , nursed in pomp and pleasure ! Thence ...
... soul rejoiced to see The shrine of social Liberty ! O beautiful ! O Nature's child ! ' Twas thence you hailed the platform wild , Where once the Austrian fell Beneath the shaft of Tell ! O Lady , nursed in pomp and pleasure ! Thence ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALHADRA Alvar Andreas art thou babe BATHORY beneath Bethlen bless blest breath brother cavern child curse dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE dungeon e'en earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle GLYCINE grief guilt haply hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Hendecasyllables HEXAMETER honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore King Laska light live look Lord Casimir Lord Valdez Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er o'er ORDONIO pause PESTALUTZ poor pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield SCENE scorn sleep smile soul speak spirit stept strange sweet sword tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant voice Wallenstein wild wood youth ZAPOLYA
Populaire passages
Pagina 27 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Pagina 28 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Pagina 26 - Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! II A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
Pagina 83 - ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Pagina 30 - Tis of the rushing of an host in rout. With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds — At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold! But hush! there is a pause of deepest silence! And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd, With groans, and tremulous shudderings— all is over — It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud! A tale of less affright. And tempered with delight. As Otway's self- had framed the tender lay.
Pagina 73 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing House not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery Cliffs and glittering Sands, How lightly then it flashed along...
Pagina 31 - Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth! With light heart may she rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice : To her may all things live, from Pole to Pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided from above, Dear Lady ! friend devoutest of my choice, Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
Pagina 74 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, "Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Pagina 64 - ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense of supplication.
Pagina 27 - And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element I v. O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.