English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 3P.F. Collier & son, 1896 |
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... HYMN THE HUMBLE - BEE THE PROBLEM WOODNOTES BOSTON HYMN HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A PSALM OF LIFE THE LIGHT OF STARS HYMN TO THE NIGHT . 1316 · 1317 · • 1318 PAGE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ( Continued ) FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS CONTENTS 993.
... HYMN THE HUMBLE - BEE THE PROBLEM WOODNOTES BOSTON HYMN HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A PSALM OF LIFE THE LIGHT OF STARS HYMN TO THE NIGHT . 1316 · 1317 · • 1318 PAGE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ( Continued ) FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS CONTENTS 993.
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... stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung , And as he rode his armour rung , Beside remote Shalott . All in the ...
... stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung , And as he rode his armour rung , Beside remote Shalott . All in the ...
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... stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves A shining furrow , as thy thoughts in me . Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And 1004 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
... stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves A shining furrow , as thy thoughts in me . Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And 1004 ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON HOME THEY BROUGHT HER ...
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... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people ...
... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labour , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people ...
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... stars until I die . It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in ...
... stars until I die . It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in ...
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Common terms and phrases
Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadows moon morning never Nevermore night o'er Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wave weary whisper wild wind wonder word youth
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Page 1276 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 1283 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 1317 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us...
Page 1006 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Page 1155 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 1003 - THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across 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...
Page 1290 - But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 1008 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Page 1263 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but...
Page 1026 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.