Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Monor Poems of the English Language, Comprising Chiefly Longer PoemsSheldon, 1876 - 543 pages |
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... shores Dash back the foaming deep . So let it be ! - —a light they shed O'er each old fount and grove , A memory of the gentle dead , A lingering spell of love . THE DAY IS DONE . Murmuring the names of mighty OUR POETICAL FAVORITES ...
... shores Dash back the foaming deep . So let it be ! - —a light they shed O'er each old fount and grove , A memory of the gentle dead , A lingering spell of love . THE DAY IS DONE . Murmuring the names of mighty OUR POETICAL FAVORITES ...
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... shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain , when , with never a stain , The pavilion of heaven is bare , And the winds and sunbeams , with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air— I silently laugh at my own ...
... shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain , when , with never a stain , The pavilion of heaven is bare , And the winds and sunbeams , with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air— I silently laugh at my own ...
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... shore , Ne'er knew the track of a pilot . ANONYMOUS The River . RIVER ! River ! little River ! Bright you sparkle on your way O'er the yellow pebbles dancing , Through the flowers and foliage glancing , Like a Child at play . River ...
... shore , Ne'er knew the track of a pilot . ANONYMOUS The River . RIVER ! River ! little River ! Bright you sparkle on your way O'er the yellow pebbles dancing , Through the flowers and foliage glancing , Like a Child at play . River ...
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... shore , — When the bride of the mariner Shrieks at thy roar , When , like lambs in the tempest Or mews in the blast , O'er thy ridge - broken billows The canvas is cast , — How humbling to one With a heart and a soul , To look on thy ...
... shore , — When the bride of the mariner Shrieks at thy roar , When , like lambs in the tempest Or mews in the blast , O'er thy ridge - broken billows The canvas is cast , — How humbling to one With a heart and a soul , To look on thy ...
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... shore , Gently drifted before , We may find the lost blossoms that once were our own . Ah , beautiful river , Flow onward forever ! Thou art grander than Avon , and sweeter than Ayr ; If a tree has been shaken , If a star has been taken ...
... shore , Gently drifted before , We may find the lost blossoms that once were our own . Ah , beautiful river , Flow onward forever ! Thou art grander than Avon , and sweeter than Ayr ; If a tree has been shaken , If a star has been taken ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth face fair fancy feel flowers forever FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gaze gleam glory glow golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART kiss land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look LORD BYRON Lycidas Maud Maud Muller morn mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rise river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears tell thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought Twas voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wing young youth
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Page 283 - Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 299 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 67 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 224 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 267 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 13 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers — All that ever was Joyous and clear...
Page 68 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 398 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Page 79 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I...