The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poetsHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... hear high talk of noble deeds As in the golden days before thy sin . For which of us , who might be left , could speak Of the pure heart , nor seem to glance at thee ? And in thy bowers of Camelot or of Usk Thy shadow still would glide ...
... hear high talk of noble deeds As in the golden days before thy sin . For which of us , who might be left , could speak Of the pure heart , nor seem to glance at thee ? And in thy bowers of Camelot or of Usk Thy shadow still would glide ...
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... hear the trumpet blow : They summon me their King to lead mine hosts Far down to that great battle in the west , Where I must strike against the man they call My sister's son — no kin of mine , who leagues I charge thee , my last hope ...
... hear the trumpet blow : They summon me their King to lead mine hosts Far down to that great battle in the west , Where I must strike against the man they call My sister's son — no kin of mine , who leagues I charge thee , my last hope ...
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... hear the waters for the blast , Tho ' heapt in mounds and ridges all the sea Drove like a cataract , and all the sand Swept like a river , and the clouded heavens Were shaken with the motion and the sound . And blackening in the sea ...
... hear the waters for the blast , Tho ' heapt in mounds and ridges all the sea Drove like a cataract , and all the sand Swept like a river , and the clouded heavens Were shaken with the motion and the sound . And blackening in the sea ...
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... hears me now and then , And sometimes harshly will he speak ; ' This fellow would make weakness weak , And melt the waxen hearts of men . ' Another answers ' Let him be , He loves to make parade of pain , That with his piping he may ...
... hears me now and then , And sometimes harshly will he speak ; ' This fellow would make weakness weak , And melt the waxen hearts of men . ' Another answers ' Let him be , He loves to make parade of pain , That with his piping he may ...
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... hear me , woe is me ! O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm ...
... hear me , woe is me ! O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm ...
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The poets of the first half of the reign; The novelist poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1888 |
The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1887 |
The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1887 |
Términos y frases comunes
Airly Beacon ALFRED DOMETT angels Artemis aweary beauty beloved BOOK born BOTHIE OF TOBER-NA-VUOLICH Bouillabaisse boys breast breath brow Browning CANTO CHARLES KINGSLEY child cloud Cusha dark dead dear death door doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet fire FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Fraser's Magazine friends Gaul gleam God's golden Guido Guinevere hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hope King kissed leave light live look Lord love thee love's Marian marriage mind morn mother never night nought o'er once Orion pale Philip Poems Pompilia RICHARD HENRY HORNE ROBERT BROWNING round sail Scenes from Clerical seems shadow shine sigh sing sleep smile song soul speak spirit stars strong sweet tears There's thine things thought thro uppe vext voice whence and whither wife wild WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Página 76 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Página 65 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 33 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Página 76 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Página 15 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Página 8 - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 77 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Página 35 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Página 236 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.