Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Bind 22 |
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... rolled on wave : in heaps the waters stood ; Sea clashed with air ; and , howling o'er the flood , From every point the warring winds were driven , . And the loud deeps dashed roaring to the heaven . Leander struggled with the whirlpool ...
... rolled on wave : in heaps the waters stood ; Sea clashed with air ; and , howling o'er the flood , From every point the warring winds were driven , . And the loud deeps dashed roaring to the heaven . Leander struggled with the whirlpool ...
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... rolled on , and , plucking out their hair , Touched with their hands the forehead of the dead , While round it pressed the multitude , and wept , And would have wept before the gates all day , Even to the set of sun , in bitter grief ...
... rolled on , and , plucking out their hair , Touched with their hands the forehead of the dead , While round it pressed the multitude , and wept , And would have wept before the gates all day , Even to the set of sun , in bitter grief ...
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... Rolled the rich vapor far into the heaven . And these all night upon the bridge of war Sat glorying ; many a fire before them blazed : As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful , when all the winds are laid , And every ...
... Rolled the rich vapor far into the heaven . And these all night upon the bridge of war Sat glorying ; many a fire before them blazed : As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful , when all the winds are laid , And every ...
Side 120
... rolled on in freedom below , They demanded the song ; but , O , never That triumph the stranger shall know ! May this right hand be withered forever , Ere it string our high harp for the foe ! On the willow that harp is suspended , O ...
... rolled on in freedom below , They demanded the song ; but , O , never That triumph the stranger shall know ! May this right hand be withered forever , Ere it string our high harp for the foe ! On the willow that harp is suspended , O ...
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... rolled on in freedom below , They demanded the song ; but , O , never That triumph the stranger shall know ! May this right hand be withered forever , Ere it string our high harp for the foe ! 釁 MV iv * i fast , uld last , 120 POEMS OF ...
... rolled on in freedom below , They demanded the song ; but , O , never That triumph the stranger shall know ! May this right hand be withered forever , Ere it string our high harp for the foe ! 釁 MV iv * i fast , uld last , 120 POEMS OF ...
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Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Bind 30 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Abdel-Hassan Achilles Allah Arab Babylon Bayard Taylor beauty Belshazzar beneath blaze breast breath bright burning camels cave cloud crown Cyprus dark dead deep desert earth Euphrates eyes fair fame fear fire flame flowers gaze gleam glory glow gold golden prime green hand harken ere Haroun Alraschid hast hath heard heart heaven Henry Hart Milman Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hylas John Greenleaf Whittier Karaman king Kubleh land light limbs lonely Lord Lord Byron mighty mother Ida Mount Hor mountain murmur Nicholas Michell night Nineveh o'er pale palm Peleus plain pride purple river roar robe Robert Southey rocks rolled rose round sand Scamander shade shadow Shammar shine sleep smile soft Sofuk song soul spake stars stood stream sweet tent thee thine thou throne Tmolus towers Troy voice W. E. Aytoun walls wandering waste waters waves wept wild wind wings
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Side 10 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 113 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant...
Side 78 - A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Side 5 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay"d the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Side 61 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition.
Side 109 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Side 258 - Right for the polar star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents; that for many a league The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Side 171 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Side 190 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Side 114 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...