The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... present them- selves . We will follow the main stream , the Coker , through the fertile and beautiful vale of Lorton , till it is lost in the Derwent , below the noble ruins of Cockermouth Castle . Lastly , Borrowdale , of which the ...
... present them- selves . We will follow the main stream , the Coker , through the fertile and beautiful vale of Lorton , till it is lost in the Derwent , below the noble ruins of Cockermouth Castle . Lastly , Borrowdale , of which the ...
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... present themselves to view in stages rising above each other , the mountains clustering together towards the central point ; and next that an observer familiar with the several vales , must , from their various positions in relation to ...
... present themselves to view in stages rising above each other , the mountains clustering together towards the central point ; and next that an observer familiar with the several vales , must , from their various positions in relation to ...
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... present to the eye the essential characteristics of many . But , though the forms of the large lakes have this advantage , it is nevertheless favourable to the beauty of the country that the largest of them are comparatively small ; and ...
... present to the eye the essential characteristics of many . But , though the forms of the large lakes have this advantage , it is nevertheless favourable to the beauty of the country that the largest of them are comparatively small ; and ...
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... present often the appearance of vast lakes frozen over during a high wind , partially broken after- wards by a sudden thaw , and then frozen again . Their shores stand up around them in the form of ridges and mountain - chains of the ...
... present often the appearance of vast lakes frozen over during a high wind , partially broken after- wards by a sudden thaw , and then frozen again . Their shores stand up around them in the form of ridges and mountain - chains of the ...
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... present hour would lend Another despot of the kind ! Such chains as his were sure to bind . Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore , Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there ...
... present hour would lend Another despot of the kind ! Such chains as his were sure to bind . Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore , Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there ...
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Seite 167 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Seite 273 - It doth appear you are a worthy judge : You know the law ; your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear, There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.
Seite 7 - Since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 14 - I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the Stars reel and swim, When the Whirlwinds my banner unfurl From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof; The mountains its columns be.
Seite 11 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers "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.
Seite 296 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 256 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Seite 166 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Seite 11 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Seite 17 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...