A Household Book of English Poetry, Թողարկում 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills , and they To heaven . Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow ...
... Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills , and they To heaven . Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow ...
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... mother's womb , Or sorrows which soon come , Or a dark grave and tomb , Which is their treasure ? How dost thou man deceive By thy vain glory ? Why do they still believe Thy false history ? Is it children's book and rod , The labourer's ...
... mother's womb , Or sorrows which soon come , Or a dark grave and tomb , Which is their treasure ? How dost thou man deceive By thy vain glory ? Why do they still believe Thy false history ? Is it children's book and rod , The labourer's ...
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... mother she fell sick , and my Jamie at the sea- And auld Robin Gray came a - courtin ' me . 10 My father couldna work , and my mother couldna spin ; I toiled day and night , but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintained them baith ...
... mother she fell sick , and my Jamie at the sea- And auld Robin Gray came a - courtin ' me . 10 My father couldna work , and my mother couldna spin ; I toiled day and night , but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintained them baith ...
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... Mother did unveil Her awful face the dauntless Child Stretched forth his little arms , and smiled . ' This pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : 90 Thine , too , these golden keys , immortal Boy ...
... Mother did unveil Her awful face the dauntless Child Stretched forth his little arms , and smiled . ' This pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : 90 Thine , too , these golden keys , immortal Boy ...
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... mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God . 25 Methinks , thy jubilee to keep , The first - made anthem rang 30 On earth , delivered from the deep , And the first poet sang . Nor ever shall the Muse's eye , Unraptured , greet ...
... mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God . 25 Methinks , thy jubilee to keep , The first - made anthem rang 30 On earth , delivered from the deep , And the first poet sang . Nor ever shall the Muse's eye , Unraptured , greet ...
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1870 |
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Էջ 248 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 282 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Էջ 257 - 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. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Էջ 285 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Էջ 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Էջ 339 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Էջ 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Էջ 293 - 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 shall 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.