The Book of Poetry: Collected from the Whole Field of British and American Poetry. Also Translations of Important Poems from Foreign Languages, Volume 6Edwin Markham W.H. Wise & Company, 1927 - 3243 pages |
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beauty beneath bird blood blue breath bright brow burning calm Camelot CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cold dark Dark Rosaleen dead death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENDYMION eternal eyes faint fair fear fled flowers gaze gleam gloom glory golden grave hand happy hath heard heart heaven HENRY FRANCIS LYTE hour isle JOHN CLARE John Keats Keats King King Arthur Lady of Shalott leaves light lips live Locksley Hall lone look moon morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er Ozymandias pain pale passion poem poet Porphyro Rosaleen rose round Saturn shade shadow Shelley shine shore sighs silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY thou art thought voice wandering waves weep whisper wild wind wings
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Page 1814 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 1642 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 1528 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,— friend, foe,— in one red burial blent!
Page 1557 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 1632 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 1785 - Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 1635 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 1622 - 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 1 Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod : They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! MRS.
Page 1592 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 1633 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.