A poetry-book of modern poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But , day and night , my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu ' birds , I hear her charm ...
... wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But , day and night , my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu ' birds , I hear her charm ...
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... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow ...
... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow ...
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... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow ...
... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow ...
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... wild Where , far from cities , I may spend my days , And by the beauties of the scene beguil'd , May pity man's pursuits , and shun his ways . While on the rock I mark the browsing goat , List to the mountain - torrent's distant noise ...
... wild Where , far from cities , I may spend my days , And by the beauties of the scene beguil'd , May pity man's pursuits , and shun his ways . While on the rock I mark the browsing goat , List to the mountain - torrent's distant noise ...
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... wild melody , And the croaking wicket oft Shall echo from the neighbouring croft ; Or else , serenely silent , sit By the brawling rivulet , Which on its calm unruffled breast Rears the old mossy arch impressed That clasps its secret ...
... wild melody , And the croaking wicket oft Shall echo from the neighbouring croft ; Or else , serenely silent , sit By the brawling rivulet , Which on its calm unruffled breast Rears the old mossy arch impressed That clasps its secret ...
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A Poetry-Book of Modern Poets, Selected and Arranged by A. B. Edwards Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF IVRY BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird boat boys come home breast breath bright Charlemagne CLEON clouds coronach Cusha D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep doth dream earth England's dead eyes Faintlier fair flowers foam gleam glory golden green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven ITYLUS kisses leaves light LINCOLNSHIRE Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton loud March month Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon nest never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine sand shade sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars STORM summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waters waves weary weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 133 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 109 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Seite 130 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
Seite 219 - 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...
Seite 62 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory. And everybody praised the Duke who this great fight did win." "But what good came of it at last?" quoth little Peterkin. "Why that I...
Seite 114 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Seite 130 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 36 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!
Seite 129 - 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...