English Verse, 2 tomasWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... Wild Hunts- That there was poetic vitality in the prosaic eighteenth century was proved by the Reliques , which were followed in England by twenty - eight similar col- lections before the century closed , and by the profound impression ...
... Wild Hunts- That there was poetic vitality in the prosaic eighteenth century was proved by the Reliques , which were followed in England by twenty - eight similar col- lections before the century closed , and by the profound impression ...
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... wild and sweet . Who from a martial pageant spreads Incitements of a battle - day , Thrilling the unweapon'd crowd with plumeless heads ? Even She whose Lydian airs inspire Peaceful striving , gentle play Of timid hope and innocent ...
... wild and sweet . Who from a martial pageant spreads Incitements of a battle - day , Thrilling the unweapon'd crowd with plumeless heads ? Even She whose Lydian airs inspire Peaceful striving , gentle play Of timid hope and innocent ...
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... wild - flowers crown'd . To life , to life give back thine ear ! Ye , who are longing to be rid Of fable though to truth subservient ! hear The little sprinkling of cold earth that fell Echoed from the coffin - lid ; The convict's ...
... wild - flowers crown'd . To life , to life give back thine ear ! Ye , who are longing to be rid Of fable though to truth subservient ! hear The little sprinkling of cold earth that fell Echoed from the coffin - lid ; The convict's ...
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... power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 9 Nature's Darling.
... power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 9 Nature's Darling.
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... wild floweret ( call it not forlorn ! ) — Flower - of - the - winds , beneath her bosom worn , But more for love than ornament . Open , ye thickets ! let her fly , Swift as a Thracian Nymph o'er field and height : For she , to all but ...
... wild floweret ( call it not forlorn ! ) — Flower - of - the - winds , beneath her bosom worn , But more for love than ornament . Open , ye thickets ! let her fly , Swift as a Thracian Nymph o'er field and height : For she , to all but ...
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9 psl. - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
159 psl. - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior...
99 psl. - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
194 psl. - The gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
99 psl. - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
173 psl. - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
85 psl. - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
90 psl. - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
86 psl. - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
192 psl. - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...