Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: LyricsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 26
Side xii
... Break , Break , Break Tennyson In the Valley of Cauteretz Tennyson Wages Tennyson Up - Hill Rossetti , C. G. The Pillar of the Cloud Crossing the Bar Newman • Tennyson • xii Contents.
... Break , Break , Break Tennyson In the Valley of Cauteretz Tennyson Wages Tennyson Up - Hill Rossetti , C. G. The Pillar of the Cloud Crossing the Bar Newman • Tennyson • xii Contents.
Side 45
... breaks in our bosom and then we bleed : All wept , as I think both ye now would , If envy or age had not frozen your blood , At the sorrow of my sweet pipings . 36 Percy Bysshe Shelley . 1820. 1824 . HYMN TO THE NIGHT I HEARD the ...
... breaks in our bosom and then we bleed : All wept , as I think both ye now would , If envy or age had not frozen your blood , At the sorrow of my sweet pipings . 36 Percy Bysshe Shelley . 1820. 1824 . HYMN TO THE NIGHT I HEARD the ...
Side 71
... breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee , though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky : For are we not God's children both , Thou , little sandpiper ...
... breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee , though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky : For are we not God's children both , Thou , little sandpiper ...
Side 93
... break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ! But my kisses bring again , Bring again ; Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! 1623 . William Shakespeare . LOVE From Merchant of Venice TELL me where is fancy bred , Or ...
... break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ! But my kisses bring again , Bring again ; Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! 1623 . William Shakespeare . LOVE From Merchant of Venice TELL me where is fancy bred , Or ...
Side 99
... break , soon wither - soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs , - All those in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love . But could youth last ...
... break , soon wither - soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs , - All those in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love . But could youth last ...
Indhold
5 | |
6 | |
11 | |
18 | |
24 | |
30 | |
36 | |
42 | |
151 | |
157 | |
163 | |
176 | |
180 | |
182 | |
197 | |
203 | |
48 | |
56 | |
66 | |
70 | |
79 | |
86 | |
91 | |
97 | |
103 | |
110 | |
116 | |
122 | |
128 | |
135 | |
141 | |
147 | |
209 | |
215 | |
223 | |
231 | |
238 | |
257 | |
263 | |
273 | |
284 | |
290 | |
296 | |
303 | |
309 | |
316 | |
322 | |
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
auld lang syne beauty bells birds blow bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek County Guy Cuckoo Dark Rosaleen dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair Farewell fear flowers glory golden green hame Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Highlands John kiss ladies light lips live look Lord Tennyson love thee Love's lover Luve lyric Mary merry moon morn ne'er neir gone nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Lovelace Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Say nay shine shore sighs sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet Syne tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion Thomas Carew Thomas Hood thou art thoughts Titmouse tree unto voice wanton waves weary weep wild William Shakespeare wilt thou leave wind wings youth ΙΟ
Populære passager
Side 212 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Side 232 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 244 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Side 247 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Side 58 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 287 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Side 234 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Side 293 - Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Side 98 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 281 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.