Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... Marshes of Glynn Wordsworth Lanier 55 Lines written among the Euganean Hills Shelley 61 Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples The Isles of Greece A Small , Sweet Idyl Kubla Khan • The Forging of the Anchor Seaweed Shelley 73 • Byron ...
... Marshes of Glynn Wordsworth Lanier 55 Lines written among the Euganean Hills Shelley 61 Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples The Isles of Greece A Small , Sweet Idyl Kubla Khan • The Forging of the Anchor Seaweed Shelley 73 • Byron ...
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... marsh , and the main . The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep ; Up - breathed from the marshes , a message of range and of sweep , Interwoven with wafters of wild sea - liberties , drifting , Came through the lapped ...
... marsh , and the main . The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep ; Up - breathed from the marshes , a message of range and of sweep , Interwoven with wafters of wild sea - liberties , drifting , Came through the lapped ...
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... marsh my marsh and the sea my sea . Tell me , sweet burly - barked , man - embodied Tree That mine arms in the dark are embracing , dost know From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow ? They rise not from reason , but ...
... marsh my marsh and the sea my sea . Tell me , sweet burly - barked , man - embodied Tree That mine arms in the dark are embracing , dost know From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow ? They rise not from reason , but ...
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... Marsh , low - couched along the sea , Old chemist , rapt in alchemy , Distilling silence , -lo , That which our father - age had died to know- The menstruum that dissolves all matter - thou Hast found it ; for this silence , filling now ...
... Marsh , low - couched along the sea , Old chemist , rapt in alchemy , Distilling silence , -lo , That which our father - age had died to know- The menstruum that dissolves all matter - thou Hast found it ; for this silence , filling now ...
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... marsh , in lone sea - liberty . The tide ' s at full ; the marsh with flooded streams Glimmers , a limpid labyrinth of dreams . Each winding creek in grave entrancement lies A rhapsody of morning - stars . The skies Shine scant with one ...
... marsh , in lone sea - liberty . The tide ' s at full ; the marsh with flooded streams Glimmers , a limpid labyrinth of dreams . Each winding creek in grave entrancement lies A rhapsody of morning - stars . The skies Shine scant with one ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty behold beneath bird blow blue breast breath bright brow calm clouds dark dead death deep dome doth dream dreary earth eyes fear flame floats flowers gleaming glory gone gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills isles land leap leaves light living Locksley Hall lone look Lord Tennyson marshes of Glynn Matthew Arnold mighty moon morn mountain never night nursling o'er ocean once passion Percy Bysshe Shelley plain pleasure purple rain Ralph Waldo Emerson rest river Robert Browning rock round sail Samian wine Samuel Taylor Coleridge Saul shade shine shore sight silent sing sleep soft song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro toil trees unseen voice wandering waves weary wild William Wordsworth winds wings woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 13 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 10 - Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Página 280 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 161 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Página 16 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit. Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 48 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 51 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead 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...
Página 11 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 75 - THE isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — • Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set...