The Fireside Encyclopædia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most Famous Writers, English and AmericanHenry Troth Coates Porter & Coates, 1878 - Всего страниц: 997 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath Binnorie bird bless bonny bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hour ISAAC WATTS JOHN KEATS king lady land light lips live look look'd Lord LORD BYRON maid milldams morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round seem'd shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
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Стр. 698 - ery kind, Sound the trump, the cornet wind, Strike the viol, touch the lute, Let not tongue nor string be mute; Nor a creature dumb be found That hath eithe^r voice or sound. Let those things which do not live
Стр. 613 - e that Edwin did, And so for him will I." " Forbid it, Heaven !" the hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast ; The wondering fair one turn'd to chide,— 'Twas
Стр. 550 - es (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut loga shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless herí
Стр. 556 - ck, he has regain'd his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. "By heaven," said Francis, "rightly done !
Стр. 633 - infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flow», He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length
Стр. 729 - some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the