English Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: A Connected Representation of Poetic Art and Thought from 1798 to 1914George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster Macmillan, 1923 - 825 Seiten |
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... Dead W. E. H. LECKY ( 1838-1903 ) Say Not that the Past is Dead AUSTIN DOBSON ( 1840-1921 ) With Pipe and Flute . R. L. STEVENSON ( 1850-1894 ) The Celestial Surgeon Requiem The Morning Drum - Cali RUDYARD KIPLING ( 1865- The Last ...
... Dead W. E. H. LECKY ( 1838-1903 ) Say Not that the Past is Dead AUSTIN DOBSON ( 1840-1921 ) With Pipe and Flute . R. L. STEVENSON ( 1850-1894 ) The Celestial Surgeon Requiem The Morning Drum - Cali RUDYARD KIPLING ( 1865- The Last ...
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... dead ; those two dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , “ Nay , we are seven ! " 60 are 65 For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves ...
... dead ; those two dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , “ Nay , we are seven ! " 60 are 65 For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves ...
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... dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. " I looked upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I looked upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . " I looked to heaven , and tried to ...
... dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. " I looked upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I looked upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . " I looked to heaven , and tried to ...
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... dead men gave a groan . 330 " They groaned , they stirred , they all up- rose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . " The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ...
... dead men gave a groan . 330 " They groaned , they stirred , they all up- rose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . " The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ...
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... dead : 335 These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day ! And hence the custom and law began That still at dawn the sacristan , Who duly pulls the heavy bell , Five and forty beads must tell - 340 Between each stroke a ...
... dead : 335 These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day ! And hence the custom and law began That still at dawn the sacristan , Who duly pulls the heavy bell , Five and forty beads must tell - 340 Between each stroke a ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonais art thou Artemidora beauty beneath breast breath bright Camelot cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Empedocles eternal eyes face fair fear feel flowers grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Lamia leave light lips live look mind moon morn mortal mother mountains nature never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain painted veil pale pass passion Pausanias poem poet Proem Prometheus Prometheus Unbound rose round Rustum Samian wine Saturn shadow silent Simoïs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound spake spirit stanza stars stood sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings words Wordsworth youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 159 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 61 - Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Seite 207 - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Seite 238 - I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! , That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Seite 320 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Seite 90 - 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 320 - ... the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul,...
Seite 410 - And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there; so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps "Over my Lady's wrist too much...
Seite 364 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Seite 254 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.