Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 - English poetry |
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... beauty when illuminated by the im- agination , as faces in themselves not beautiful become so by the expression of thought and feeling . This collection of Poems of Places has been made partly for the pleasure of making it , and partly ...
... beauty when illuminated by the im- agination , as faces in themselves not beautiful become so by the expression of thought and feeling . This collection of Poems of Places has been made partly for the pleasure of making it , and partly ...
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... But doubtless the poets had some place in mind as they wrote , and the beauty of the verses must be my apology for inserting them . I remember to have read in some book of the law , that , " if a man's land is PREFACE . iii.
... But doubtless the poets had some place in mind as they wrote , and the beauty of the verses must be my apology for inserting them . I remember to have read in some book of the law , that , " if a man's land is PREFACE . iii.
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... beauty . Thread the gorge , And , turning on the beach , while the low sea , Spread out in mirrored gentleness , allows A path along the curving edge , behold Such dazzling glory of prismatic tints Flung o'er the lofty crescent , as ...
... beauty . Thread the gorge , And , turning on the beach , while the low sea , Spread out in mirrored gentleness , allows A path along the curving edge , behold Such dazzling glory of prismatic tints Flung o'er the lofty crescent , as ...
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... beauty as the coast Of Undercliff embosoms ; - mid those lines Of scanty foliage , thoughtful lanes and paths , And cottage roofs , find shelter ; the blue stream , That with its brief vein almost threads the isle , Flows blest with two ...
... beauty as the coast Of Undercliff embosoms ; - mid those lines Of scanty foliage , thoughtful lanes and paths , And cottage roofs , find shelter ; the blue stream , That with its brief vein almost threads the isle , Flows blest with two ...
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... Beauty's eye . Walter Scott . Beachy Head . BEACHY HEAD . HAUNTS of my youth ! Scenes of fond day - dreams , I behold ye yet ! Where ' t was so pleasant by thy northern slopes , To climb the winding sheep - path , aided oft By scattered ...
... Beauty's eye . Walter Scott . Beachy Head . BEACHY HEAD . HAUNTS of my youth ! Scenes of fond day - dreams , I behold ye yet ! Where ' t was so pleasant by thy northern slopes , To climb the winding sheep - path , aided oft By scattered ...
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ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa Avon banks beauty behold bells Benallay beneath bower breath bright Brignall brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Charlotte Smith clouds crune Cumnor dark dead dear deep delight distant doth dream Dupath earth Edenhall fair on Carlisle flow flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmuring night o'er once pensive praise pride proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round rude sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wandering waters wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth winding woods youth
Popular passages
Page 237 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Page 229 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Page 221 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 9 - 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.
Page 228 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 204 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 121 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Page 116 - 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...
Page 239 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Page 239 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.