The Gypsy Trail: An Anthology for Campers, Band 1M. Kennerley, 1914 - 397 Seiten |
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... fair Day , Which , like thee to those in sorrow , Comes to bid a sweet good - morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring , Thro ' the winter wandering , Found , it seems , the ...
... fair Day , Which , like thee to those in sorrow , Comes to bid a sweet good - morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring , Thro ' the winter wandering , Found , it seems , the ...
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... fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that ...
... fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that ...
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... fair is he , and shining with a very great splendor : O Lord , he signifies to us thee ! Praised be my Lord for our sister the moon , and for the stars , the which he has set clear and lovely in heaven . Praised be my Lord for our ...
... fair is he , and shining with a very great splendor : O Lord , he signifies to us thee ! Praised be my Lord for our sister the moon , and for the stars , the which he has set clear and lovely in heaven . Praised be my Lord for our ...
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... fair report In the country or the court . Fleetest couriers alive Never yet could once arrive , As they went or they returned , At the house where these sojourned . Sometimes their strong speed they slacken Though they are not overtaken ...
... fair report In the country or the court . Fleetest couriers alive Never yet could once arrive , As they went or they returned , At the house where these sojourned . Sometimes their strong speed they slacken Though they are not overtaken ...
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... - right , death under the breast - bones , hell un- der the skull - bones , Under the broadcloth and gloves , under the rib bons and artificial flowers , Keeping fair with the customs , speaking not a syllable 70 THE GYPSY TRAIL.
... - right , death under the breast - bones , hell un- der the skull - bones , Under the broadcloth and gloves , under the rib bons and artificial flowers , Keeping fair with the customs , speaking not a syllable 70 THE GYPSY TRAIL.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Algernon Charles Swinburne Behold beneath birds Bliss Carman blow blue boughs breast breath bright calm Camelot clouds dark dear death deep doth dream earth Edward Carpenter eternal eyes fair feet fire flame float flower foam forest forever glad gleam golden green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Joseph von Eichendorff Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves Leetle Lac Grenier light live lone Lord Lord Tennyson Matthew Arnold moon morning mountain never night o'er ocean Percy Bysshe Shelley pine rain Ralph Waldo Emerson river road rocks round sail Samian wine shadow shining shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou art thro tree unto vale voice Walt Whitman wander waters waves weary wild William Wordsworth wind wings woods yellow
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 368 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 385 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Seite 332 - Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Seite 50 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said : Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; For I will demand of thee and answer thou me.
Seite 357 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 333 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 83 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Seite 334 - My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Seite 396 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Seite 251 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.