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Side 14
... bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry . ' By this the storm grew loud apace , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were ...
... bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry . ' By this the storm grew loud apace , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were ...
Side 19
... bird , and flower confess the hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade Her shepherd's suit to hear ; 10 To Beauty shy , by lattice high Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above ...
... bird , and flower confess the hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade Her shepherd's suit to hear ; 10 To Beauty shy , by lattice high Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above ...
Side 22
... bird's - nest fill'd with snow ' Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine- 10 Speak , that my torturing doubts their end may know ! W. Wordsworth . XXVII . CCXXXIV . When we two parted In silence and tears , Half broken - hearted , To ...
... bird's - nest fill'd with snow ' Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine- 10 Speak , that my torturing doubts their end may know ! W. Wordsworth . XXVII . CCXXXIV . When we two parted In silence and tears , Half broken - hearted , To ...
Side 24
... BELLE DAME SANS MERCI . ' O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge has wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . The squirrel's granary is full , ' O what can THE GOLDEN TREASURY Sir W Scott,
... BELLE DAME SANS MERCI . ' O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge has wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . The squirrel's granary is full , ' O what can THE GOLDEN TREASURY Sir W Scott,
Side 26
... birds sing . ' 45 XXXI . XXXII . THE ROVER . A weary lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine . A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A ...
... birds sing . ' 45 XXXI . XXXII . THE ROVER . A weary lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine . A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
Aeneid anapaests ancient ballad beauty beneath birds bower breath bright Campbell child clouds Coleridge couplet dactylic dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth English epithet eyes F. W. H. Myers Faerie Queene fair feel feet flower French Gala Water glory golden Greek green H. F. Lyte happy hath heard heart heaven hour J. A. Symonds Keats Kubla Khan L'Allegro ladies gay light lines live look'd Lord Matthew Arnold metre Milton mind morning mountain Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty P. B. Shelley Paradise Lost poem poet poetry rhymes river round Ruth Scott seem'd sense Shakespeare Shelley's silent sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star sweet syllable tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee verse voice waves wild wind word Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 220 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 9 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Side 87 - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company...
Side 125 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Side 73 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 52 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 71 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Side 41 - Milton ! thou shouldst 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.
Side 137 - Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
Side 46 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.