The World's Best Poetry: The higher life; [introductory essay] Religion and poetry, by W. GladdenJ.D. Morris, 1904 |
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apple-tree Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue Bob-o'-link bobolink breast breath breeze bright brook BRYAN WALLER PROCTER CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS chee cheer clouds creeping dance dark dead deep dost doth dream earth eyes fair feet flow flowers forest gentle gleam gold golden grass gray green Hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills horn hour Inchcape rock Ivy green land leaves light lonely maize merry moon morn mountain murmur nest never night o'er ocean PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY purple rain river rocks rose round sail shade shining ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spring stars steed storm stream summer sweet thee thine thou art thunder tree voice waves weary wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter woods
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Page 127 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 292 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 399 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep. While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 54 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 13 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Page 130 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Page 125 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: Oh hear!
Page 60 - MYSTERIOUS Night ! When our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Page 189 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 10 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.