The Revival of English Poetry in the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats and ByronElinor Mead Buckingham Morse Company, 1897 - 257ÆäÀÌÁö |
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Elinor Mead Buckingham. Open unto the fields , and to the sky ; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep , In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm ...
Elinor Mead Buckingham. Open unto the fields , and to the sky ; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep , In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm ...
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... bright and free ; No guile seduced , no force could violate ; And , when she took unto herself a Mate , She must espouse the everlasting Sea . And what if she had seen those glories fade , Those titles vanish , and that strength decay ...
... bright and free ; No guile seduced , no force could violate ; And , when she took unto herself a Mate , She must espouse the everlasting Sea . And what if she had seen those glories fade , Those titles vanish , and that strength decay ...
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... bright . The voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native lake : The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy : Its power was felt ; and while my eye Was fixed upon the glowing Sky , 10 90 20 1803. ] The echo of ...
... bright . The voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native lake : The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy : Its power was felt ; and while my eye Was fixed upon the glowing Sky , 10 90 20 1803. ] The echo of ...
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... bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise , blame , love , kisses , tears , and smiles . 1 And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; 1 A Being breathing thoughtful ...
... bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise , blame , love , kisses , tears , and smiles . 1 And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; 1 A Being breathing thoughtful ...
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... bright , And happy will our nature be , When love is an unerring light , And joy its own security . And they a blissful course may hold Even now , who , not unwisely bold , Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support ...
... bright , And happy will our nature be , When love is an unerring light , And joy its own security . And they a blissful course may hold Even now , who , not unwisely bold , Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support ...
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A. C. Swinburne Agnes ancient Mariner beauty behold beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright Busk Byron calm child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dead dear Death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth Edward Dowden eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers gazed Geraldine glory green groan happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN KEATS Keats lady land of mist Leigh Hunt light live look Lord LORD BYRON loud Lyrical Ballads Moon morn mountains nature never night o'er ocean poems poet poetry Porphyro rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow Shelley ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood streams sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought twas voice waves weary Wedding-Guest wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? 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!
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...