Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, and KeatsJames Weber Linn H. Holt and Company, 1911 - 215 páginas |
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... of Pal- grave's Golden Treasury , with the addition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner , The Eve of St. Agnes , and favorite lyrics by lesser poets . GENERAL EDITOR . INTRODUCTION CONTENTS PAGE I. Prelude xiii II . William Wordsworth vii.
... of Pal- grave's Golden Treasury , with the addition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner , The Eve of St. Agnes , and favorite lyrics by lesser poets . GENERAL EDITOR . INTRODUCTION CONTENTS PAGE I. Prelude xiii II . William Wordsworth vii.
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... Poets , Biographical Sketches DESCRIPTIVE BIBLIOGRAPHY POEMS OF WORDSWORTH The Reverie of Poor Susan Simon Lee the Old Huntsman Lines Written in Early Spring The Two April Mornings The Fountain : A Conversation She Dwelt Among Untrodden ...
... Poets , Biographical Sketches DESCRIPTIVE BIBLIOGRAPHY POEMS OF WORDSWORTH The Reverie of Poor Susan Simon Lee the Old Huntsman Lines Written in Early Spring The Two April Mornings The Fountain : A Conversation She Dwelt Among Untrodden ...
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... Poet Admonition to a Traveler To Sleep The World is Too Much with Us Ode on Intimations of Immortality Yarrow Unvisited ( 1803 ) 39 40 43 44 45 47 47 50 50 51 51 58 Yarrow Visited ( 1814 ) 60 Desideria . Within King's College Chapel ...
... Poet Admonition to a Traveler To Sleep The World is Too Much with Us Ode on Intimations of Immortality Yarrow Unvisited ( 1803 ) 39 40 43 44 45 47 47 50 50 51 51 58 Yarrow Visited ( 1814 ) 60 Desideria . Within King's College Chapel ...
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... Poet's Dream POEMS OF KEATS 130 • 133 135 136 To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent 139 On First Looking into ... Poets Ode on a Grecian Urn Ode to a Nightingale 139 140 140 141 154 154 155 158 159 161 Ode to Autumn 163 La Belle Dame ...
... Poet's Dream POEMS OF KEATS 130 • 133 135 136 To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent 139 On First Looking into ... Poets Ode on a Grecian Urn Ode to a Nightingale 139 140 140 141 154 154 155 158 159 161 Ode to Autumn 163 La Belle Dame ...
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... Napoleon . The French Revolution , like the American Revolution of 1776-1784 , was in its way an indication of this great and growing world- interest in democracy . The English poets at first , xiii INTRODUCTION Prelude.
... Napoleon . The French Revolution , like the American Revolution of 1776-1784 , was in its way an indication of this great and growing world- interest in democracy . The English poets at first , xiii INTRODUCTION Prelude.
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Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats Samuel Taylor Coleridge,John Keats,William Wordsworth Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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Agnes Ancient Mariner Beadsman beautiful beneath bird bliss bower breath breeze bright Byron child cloud Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Edited emotion England English eyes fair Fancy fear feel flowers gone green happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills JOHN KEATS Keats Keats's Kubla Khan ladies light lines live look look'd loud MERMAID TAVERN mind moon morn mountains NEIDPATH CASTLE never night o'er ODE TO DUTY OZYMANDIAS passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poem poet poet's poetry Porphyro rain round sails SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Scott seem'd Shelley Shelley's ship silent sing Sir John Moore sleep soft song sonnet soul sound spirit stanza star story sweet thee thine things thou art thought tree verse voice waves Wedding-Guest wild William Wordsworth wind Wordsworth wrote Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 116 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 27 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 159 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 185 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 54 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake To perish never...
Página 54 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Página 162 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn...
Página 110 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Página 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 68 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!