Poems of the English RaceRaymond Macdonald Alden C. Scribner's Sons, 1921 - 410 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON arms Arthur beneath bird blood breath Camelot cloud cried damsel dark dead dear death door doth dream drew earth eyes face fair Fair lord father fear fell fight Gareth Gawain glory gold hair hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven horse Judas Iscariot King King Arthur knave lady Lady of Shalott lance land Lars Porsena laughed Lavaine light live looked Lord maid morn never Nevermore night o'er once Oxus passed Pheidippides poem pray Prester John Queen Quoth ride rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan shame shield ship sing Sir Kay Sir Lancelot smile Sohrab sound spake spear spoke star stood sweet sword thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thro turned Twas unto voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind word youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 224 - his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat— Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, 10 Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets— Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here
Seite 226 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend; 20 —This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all. (1614)
Seite 267 - Much have I travel'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of
Seite 245 - lowly bed. 20 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield. Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe 1 has broke; How jocund
Seite 244 - to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
Seite 358 - though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,—fight on, fare ever There as here!
Seite 282 - us We can make our lives sublime, Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. (1838) THE
Seite 269 - shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart: He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 30
Seite 56 - shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 269 - to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death. Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80