English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 7.
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... Semichorus I Drops of bloody agony flow From his white and quivering brow . Grant a little respite now : See ! a disenchanted nation Springs like day from desolation ; To Truth its state is dedicate , And Freedom leads it forth , her ...
... Semichorus I Drops of bloody agony flow From his white and quivering brow . Grant a little respite now : See ! a disenchanted nation Springs like day from desolation ; To Truth its state is dedicate , And Freedom leads it forth , her ...
676. lappuse
... Semichorus I of Spirits The path through which that lovely twain Have passed , by cedar , pine , and yew , And each dark tree that ever grew , Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue ; Nor sun , nor moon , nor wind , nor rain , Can ...
... Semichorus I of Spirits The path through which that lovely twain Have passed , by cedar , pine , and yew , And each dark tree that ever grew , Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue ; Nor sun , nor moon , nor wind , nor rain , Can ...
677. lappuse
... Semichorus II There the voluptuous nightingales , Are awake through all the broad noon- day . When one with bliss or sadness fails , And through the windless ivy- boughs , Sick with sweet love , droops dying away On its mate's music ...
... Semichorus II There the voluptuous nightingales , Are awake through all the broad noon- day . When one with bliss or sadness fails , And through the windless ivy- boughs , Sick with sweet love , droops dying away On its mate's music ...
690. lappuse
... die On the bosom of their own harmony ! Ione What dark forms were they ? 1 The yew is an emblem of mourning ; it is a common tree in graveyards . Panthea Semichorus II The past Hours weak and gray , 690 NINETEENTH CENTURY ROMANTICISTS.
... die On the bosom of their own harmony ! Ione What dark forms were they ? 1 The yew is an emblem of mourning ; it is a common tree in graveyards . Panthea Semichorus II The past Hours weak and gray , 690 NINETEENTH CENTURY ROMANTICISTS.
691. lappuse
... Semichorus II The past Hours weak and gray , With the spoil which their toil Raked together From the conquest but ... Semichorus I An hundred ages we had been kept Cradled in visions of hate and care , And each one who waked as his ...
... Semichorus II The past Hours weak and gray , With the spoil which their toil Raked together From the conquest but ... Semichorus I An hundred ages we had been kept Cradled in visions of hate and care , And each one who waked as his ...
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Citi izdevumi - Skatīt visu
Bieži izmantoti vārdi un frāzes
art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
Populāri fragmenti
267. lappuse - 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.
217. lappuse - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
473. lappuse - 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.
286. lappuse - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
341. lappuse - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
285. lappuse - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
285. lappuse - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
286. lappuse - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
486. lappuse - 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.
285. lappuse - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.