Harper's Anthology for College Courses in Composition and Literature: A speech at EtonFrederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese Harper & Brothers, 1926 |
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... two will lift the crape in tears , Will turn the canvas to the sun , Will trace the features one by one Of my dear dead , in still despair . Love well who will , love wise who can , 25 NARRATIVE AND DRAMATIC POEMS Rizpah.
... two will lift the crape in tears , Will turn the canvas to the sun , Will trace the features one by one Of my dear dead , in still despair . Love well who will , love wise who can , 25 NARRATIVE AND DRAMATIC POEMS Rizpah.
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... dear , We're safe enough ; here in this armchair sit , And tell me how " - " Good Saints ! not here , not here ; Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . " He followed through a lowly arched way , Brushing the cobwebs ...
... dear , We're safe enough ; here in this armchair sit , And tell me how " - " Good Saints ! not here , not here ; Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . " He followed through a lowly arched way , Brushing the cobwebs ...
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... dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe , For if thou diest , my Love , I know not where to go . " Beyond a mortal man impassioned far At these voluptuous accents , he arose , Ethereal , flushed , and like a throbbing star Seen mid ...
... dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe , For if thou diest , my Love , I know not where to go . " Beyond a mortal man impassioned far At these voluptuous accents , he arose , Ethereal , flushed , and like a throbbing star Seen mid ...
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... dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with ...
... dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with ...
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... dear , let us away ! This way , this way ! Call her once before you go Call once yet ! In a voice that she will know : " Margaret ! Margaret ! " Children's voices should be dear ( Call once more ! ) to a mother's ear ; Children's voices ...
... dear , let us away ! This way , this way ! Call her once before you go Call once yet ! In a voice that she will know : " Margaret ! Margaret ! " Children's voices should be dear ( Call once more ! ) to a mother's ear ; Children's voices ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Afrasiab Alfred Tennyson arms beauty beneath breast breath bright brother brow cheek child cloud dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth Euryalus eyes face fair father fear flowers grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hector hour John Keats King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leave light lips live look lord Lord Byron Marpessa Matthew Arnold mighty moon morning mother Ida never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Percy Bysshe Shelley praise pray Priam Queen Robert Browning rose round Rustum Rutuli sand shalt shore sigh silent sing Sirmio sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul spake speak spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro voice wandering weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 544 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Seite 341 - Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds...
Seite 652 - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 342 - With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Seite 770 - 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 678 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Seite 602 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Seite 339 - Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? 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 397 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 648 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?