The Book of Poetry: Collected from the Whole Field of British and American Poetry. Also Translations of Important Poems from Foreign Languages, Volume 6Edwin Markham W.H. Wise & Company, 1927 - 3243 pages |
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Page 1532
... soul - elevating idea that no man can con- sider himself entitled to complain of Fate while , in his adversity , he still retains the unwavering love of woman . " HOUGH the day of my destiny's over , TH And the star of my fate hath ...
... soul - elevating idea that no man can con- sider himself entitled to complain of Fate while , in his adversity , he still retains the unwavering love of woman . " HOUGH the day of my destiny's over , TH And the star of my fate hath ...
Page 1533
... soul is delivered To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may crush , but they shall not contemn- They may torture , but shall not subdue me- ' Tis of thee that I think - not of them . Though human ...
... soul is delivered To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may crush , but they shall not contemn- They may torture , but shall not subdue me- ' Tis of thee that I think - not of them . Though human ...
Page 1546
... soul drank their sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been ; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me , but he was ...
... soul drank their sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been ; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me , but he was ...
Page 1548
... soul ! her mind Had wandered from its dwelling , and her eyes , They had not their own luster , but the look Which is not of the earth ; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm ; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things ...
... soul ! her mind Had wandered from its dwelling , and her eyes , They had not their own luster , but the look Which is not of the earth ; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm ; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things ...
Page 1570
... 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 aërial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : Like a rose ...
... 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 aërial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : Like a rose ...
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beauty beneath blood breath bright brow burning Byron Camelot clouds cold Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream earth echoes ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENGLAND eternal eyes fair fall fear flowers gaze gentle gleaming gloom glory golden gone grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven horned owl hour isle John Keats Keats King King Arthur Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena leaves light lips live Locksley Hall lonely look moon morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er pain pale passion poem poet river ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER rose round shadow shine shore sighs silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY thou art thought voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
Popular passages
Page 1816 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 1644 - 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 the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 1530 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent!
Page 1559 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 1634 - 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 1787 - Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 1637 - 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.
Page 1624 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas? the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine 1 Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod : They have left unstained what there they found Freedom to worship God ! MRS.
Page 1594 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 1635 - 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.