Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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... Scenes of Infancy " JAMES MONTGOMERY . Columbus Home The Grave Hannah The Daisy • 113 . 114 • 117 • 118 • . 119 119 · . 120 123 • 124 • 126 · 127 · 131 • 132 vii JOANNA BAILLIE . Page The Kitten 134 REGINALD HEBER vi CONTENTS .
... Scenes of Infancy " JAMES MONTGOMERY . Columbus Home The Grave Hannah The Daisy • 113 . 114 • 117 • 118 • . 119 119 · . 120 123 • 124 • 126 · 127 · 131 • 132 vii JOANNA BAILLIE . Page The Kitten 134 REGINALD HEBER vi CONTENTS .
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... scene remote , Where the gray linnets carol from the hill . Oh , let them ne'er , with artificial note , To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But sing what Heaven inspires , and wander where they will . Liberal , not lavish ...
... scene remote , Where the gray linnets carol from the hill . Oh , let them ne'er , with artificial note , To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But sing what Heaven inspires , and wander where they will . Liberal , not lavish ...
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... scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no he better knows great Nature's charms to prize . And oft he traced the uplands , to survey , When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn , The crimson cloud , blue ...
... scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no he better knows great Nature's charms to prize . And oft he traced the uplands , to survey , When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn , The crimson cloud , blue ...
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... scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn , And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed , Again attune the grove , again adorn the mead . " Shall I be left forgotten in ...
... scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn , And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed , Again attune the grove , again adorn the mead . " Shall I be left forgotten in ...
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... scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the ...
... scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Página 207 - 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.
Página 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 179 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Página 179 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Página 326 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.