Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... roll , Cry good and past good and most heavenly morrow , Lord Sun. 150 O Artisan born in the purple , —Workman Heat , — Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet And be mixed in the death - cold oneness , - innermost Guest At the ...
... roll , Cry good and past good and most heavenly morrow , Lord Sun. 150 O Artisan born in the purple , —Workman Heat , — Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet And be mixed in the death - cold oneness , - innermost Guest At the ...
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... roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood , Amidst the cool and silence , he knelt down , And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication . For his simple heart Might not resist 34 Little Masterpieces of English ...
... roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood , Amidst the cool and silence , he knelt down , And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication . For his simple heart Might not resist 34 Little Masterpieces of English ...
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... rolling from their mountain- springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion , and connect The landscape with the quiet of ...
... rolling from their mountain- springs With a soft inland murmur . - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion , and connect The landscape with the quiet of ...
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... rolls through all things . 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 90 100 Of eye , and ear , -both what they half 50 Little ...
... rolls through all things . 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 90 100 Of eye , and ear , -both what they half 50 Little ...
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... Roll in on the souls of men , But who will reveal to our waking ken The forms that swim and the shapes that creep Under the waters of sleep ? 100 And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in On the length and ...
... Roll in on the souls of men , But who will reveal to our waking ken The forms that swim and the shapes that creep Under the waters of sleep ? 100 And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in On the length and ...
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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...