Poems of Robert Southey: Containing Thalaba, The Curse of Kehama, Roderick, Madoc, A Tale of Paraguay and Selected Minor PoemsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 768 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
accursed Adosinda agony amid arms art thou Arvalan Asuras Azrael Baly behold beneath blessed blood bowers breath brow call'd Carmala Caroline Bowles cheek child cried Curse darkness dead dear death dread Earth Ereenia exclaim'd faith Fate Father fear feet fire flame gazed Glendoveer Goth hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Hodeirah's holy hope hour Indra Joan of Arc Kailyal Kehama Keswick King knew Ladurlad laid light lips look'd Lord Madoc Maid Maimuna mercy mighty Moath Mohareb morning mortal never night o'er Oneiza Padalon pain pass'd Pelayo poem prayer quoth Rajah replied Robert Southey rock Roderick roll'd round seem'd sight silent Siverian soul sound Southey Spain spake spirit stood stream Swerga sword tears Thalaba thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne turn'd vale vengeance voice ween Westbury wind wings Witiza wretched yonder youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 345 - My days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old : My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Seite 363 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor...
Seite 341 - And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. 6, And as when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree?
Seite 206 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene...
Seite 371 - Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon. For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Seite 371 - Had placed that Bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Seite 364 - 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 cannot tell," said he,
Seite 148 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Seite 346 - For a while, till it sleeps In its own little lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away it proceeds Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-skurry.
Seite 347 - And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing ; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, — And this way the water comes down at Lodore.