Century Readings in the Nineteenth Century PoetsFrederick Erastus Pierce Century Company, 1929 - 545 من الصفحات |
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Adrastus Agamemnon art thou Attila Atys behold beneath blood breast breath bright brow captain's gig crown dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fair Lord fear feet fire flowers gaze gold golden green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hell hope hour Iphigeneia Iseult Kilmeny King kiss knew land laugh leaves light Lilith lips live look Lord love's moon morning mother neath never night Nineveh o'er once pale PAUSANIAS rapture rose Rose Mary round shadow shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strange sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree Troy Town Twas unto voice W. B. Yeats wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings word zome
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الصفحة 56 - England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame: Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea ! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
الصفحة 544 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
الصفحة 158 - SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field.
الصفحة 56 - Why had they come to wither there Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
الصفحة 13 - Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
الصفحة 40 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
الصفحة 67 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
الصفحة 24 - My days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old,: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, • My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
الصفحة 16 - the breakers roar? For methinks, we should be near the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
الصفحة 492 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky Dig the grave, and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.