Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose, Volumen2Scott, Foresman, 1910 |
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PUBLIC LIBRARY 103968A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS : R 1923 L COPYRIGHT 1910 BY SCOTT , FORESMAN & CO . P. F. PETTIBONE & Co. Printers and Binders Chicago THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 16 24 22 32 Wordsworth thought it THE NEW YORK.
PUBLIC LIBRARY 103968A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS : R 1923 L COPYRIGHT 1910 BY SCOTT , FORESMAN & CO . P. F. PETTIBONE & Co. Printers and Binders Chicago THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 16 24 22 32 Wordsworth thought it THE NEW YORK.
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THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 16 24 22 32 Wordsworth thought it worth while to print this " extract from the conclusion of a poem " " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , which was written , at the age of sixteen . And they are side by ...
THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 16 24 22 32 Wordsworth thought it worth while to print this " extract from the conclusion of a poem " " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , which was written , at the age of sixteen . And they are side by ...
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... thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The ...
... thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The ...
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... thought , Unborrowed from the eye . - That time is past , And all its aching joys are now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe ...
... thought , Unborrowed from the eye . - That time is past , And all its aching joys are now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe ...
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... thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion , not in vain 400 410 By day or star - light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with ...
... thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion , not in vain 400 410 By day or star - light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with ...
Términos y frases comunes
Afrasiab ancient arms beauty beneath bird Bonny Dundee breast breath bright Brynhild Camelot chalk cloud dark dead dear death deep dreams earth eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flowers galleass Gardes Françaises glory Godiva grave hair hand hath head hear heard heart hills hope hour human King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott land Leofric light lips live look Lord Mary Mother mighty moon morning mountain never night Numantians o'er Old Mortality once Oxus pale pass Persian pinnace poem rose round Rustum Samian wine Seistan shadow ship silent sing Sir Bedivere Sister Helen sleep smile Sohrab song soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought tree Venice voice waves wild wind wonder word young youth
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Página 426 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Página 427 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 490 - 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.
Página 584 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 419 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Página 478 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 417 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 427 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Página 479 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.