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... cloud of night , They only heard the roar of Yarrow . 49. - STANZA OF EIGHT LINES , 9-8 . ( With triplets . ) " Now , if I fall , will it be my lot To be cast in some low and lonely spot , LOGAN . To melt and sink unseen and forgot ...
... cloud of night , They only heard the roar of Yarrow . 49. - STANZA OF EIGHT LINES , 9-8 . ( With triplets . ) " Now , if I fall , will it be my lot To be cast in some low and lonely spot , LOGAN . To melt and sink unseen and forgot ...
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... cloud - capt towers , " convey the greatest idea of vastness and grandeur it is possible to conceive . The " Paradise Lost , " which contains many weak lines , has , on the other hand , some of the grandest in the language . Shakspeare ...
... cloud - capt towers , " convey the greatest idea of vastness and grandeur it is possible to conceive . The " Paradise Lost , " which contains many weak lines , has , on the other hand , some of the grandest in the language . Shakspeare ...
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... clouds full sure , Which , as his chariots , are made him to bear ; And there , with much swiftness , his course doth endure , Upon the wings riding , of winds in the air ; from the ludicrous effect of which even its sacred character ...
... clouds full sure , Which , as his chariots , are made him to bear ; And there , with much swiftness , his course doth endure , Upon the wings riding , of winds in the air ; from the ludicrous effect of which even its sacred character ...
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... cloud ALEXANDER SMITH . That caught its glory from a sunken sun , And gradual burned into its native grey . ALEXANDER SMITH . The ghost of one bright hour Comes from its grave and stands before me . ALEXANDER SMITH . The garrulous sea ...
... cloud ALEXANDER SMITH . That caught its glory from a sunken sun , And gradual burned into its native grey . ALEXANDER SMITH . The ghost of one bright hour Comes from its grave and stands before me . ALEXANDER SMITH . The garrulous sea ...
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... cloud 99 99 99 Bosom - child 99 Crimson - mouthed Chilly - fingered Chain - drooped Deep - damasked Evening - lighted Ever - fleeting Flower - like 59 99 36 36 99 99 society . light , flaxen hair . brought up in cruelty . the smoke of a ...
... cloud 99 99 99 Bosom - child 99 Crimson - mouthed Chilly - fingered Chain - drooped Deep - damasked Evening - lighted Ever - fleeting Flower - like 59 99 36 36 99 99 society . light , flaxen hair . brought up in cruelty . the smoke of a ...
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A Handbook of Poetry. to Which Is Added a New Poetica Anthology and a ... Joseph Edwards Carpenter Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 39 - 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.
Side 132 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Side 172 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Side 105 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Side 126 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Side 21 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Side 39 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faeryland To struggle through dark ways ; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Side 33 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Side 187 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Side 106 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...