British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, Swinburne, Ed., with Reference Lists and Notes, by Curtis Hidden Page ....B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1904 - 923 psl. |
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... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage - ground , these orchard - tufts . Which at this season , with their ... darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the ...
... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage - ground , these orchard - tufts . Which at this season , with their ... darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the ...
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... dark green file of long lank weeds . That all at once ( a most fantastic sight ! ) Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge Of the blue clay - stone . Now , my friends emerge Beneath the wide wide Heaven - and view again The many ...
... dark green file of long lank weeds . That all at once ( a most fantastic sight ! ) Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge Of the blue clay - stone . Now , my friends emerge Beneath the wide wide Heaven - and view again The many ...
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... dark ? The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is gray ...
... dark ? The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is gray ...
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... DARK LADIE A FRAGMENT BENEATH yon birch with silver bark , And boughs so pendulous and fair , The brook falls scatter'd down the rock : And all is mossy there ! And there upon the moss she sits , The Dark Ladié in silent pain ; The ...
... DARK LADIE A FRAGMENT BENEATH yon birch with silver bark , And boughs so pendulous and fair , The brook falls scatter'd down the rock : And all is mossy there ! And there upon the moss she sits , The Dark Ladié in silent pain ; The ...
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... dark ? the dark ? dark ! No ! not the The twinkling stars ? How , Henry ? How ? O God ! ' twas in the eye of noon He pledged his sacred vow ! And in the eye of noon my love Shall lead me from my mother's door , Sweet boys and girls all ...
... dark ? the dark ? dark ! No ! not the The twinkling stars ? How , Henry ? How ? O God ! ' twas in the eye of noon He pledged his sacred vow ! And in the eye of noon my love Shall lead me from my mother's door , Sweet boys and girls all ...
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arms art thou Balder beauty beneath breast breath bright brow cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flowers gaze golden grave green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermod hill hope hour Iphigeneia John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love's Marmion Meleager Menelaus moon morning mother mountain never night Nineveh o'er once Oxus pain pale Panthea poem Poets Prometheus Robert Browning rose round Semichorus shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro voice waves weep wild William Morris wind wings words youth
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547 psl. - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
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41 psl. - Haunted forever by the eternal mind,-?— Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
368 psl. - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
337 psl. - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow...
339 psl. - 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...
43 psl. - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
97 psl. - Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the element! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!