The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... snow is shuffled From the ploughboy's heavy shoon ; When the Night doth meet the Noon In a dark conspiracy To banish Even from her sky . -Sit thee there , and send abroad With a mind self - overawed Fancy , high - commissioned : -send ...
... snow is shuffled From the ploughboy's heavy shoon ; When the Night doth meet the Noon In a dark conspiracy To banish Even from her sky . -Sit thee there , and send abroad With a mind self - overawed Fancy , high - commissioned : -send ...
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... snow my garden was , and white , And , walking there , I heard upon the night Sudden sound of little voices , Just the prettiest of noises . It was the strangest , subtlest , sweetest sound , It seemed above me , seemed upon the ground ...
... snow my garden was , and white , And , walking there , I heard upon the night Sudden sound of little voices , Just the prettiest of noises . It was the strangest , subtlest , sweetest sound , It seemed above me , seemed upon the ground ...
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... snow we settle , Little snow - drops press each petal . Oh , the snow is kind and white , — Soft it is , and very light ; Soon we shall be where no light is , - But where sleep is , and where night is , — Sleep of every wind unshaken ...
... snow we settle , Little snow - drops press each petal . Oh , the snow is kind and white , — Soft it is , and very light ; Soon we shall be where no light is , - But where sleep is , and where night is , — Sleep of every wind unshaken ...
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... snow lies on the hills , When frost has spoiled their mossy beds , And crystallized their rills ? Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o'er the plain ; And draughts of dew they cannot sip , Till green leaves come again . Perhaps ...
... snow lies on the hills , When frost has spoiled their mossy beds , And crystallized their rills ? Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o'er the plain ; And draughts of dew they cannot sip , Till green leaves come again . Perhaps ...
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... snow - fall in the river , - A moment white , then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm . Nae man can tether time or tide ; The ...
... snow - fall in the river , - A moment white , then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm . Nae man can tether time or tide ; The ...
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Стр. 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Стр. 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Стр. 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
Стр. 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Стр. 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Стр. 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Стр. 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Стр. 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Стр. 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...