Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Volume 1 |
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... night , of cloud by day . Even at this distance I can see the tides , Upheaving , break unheard , along its base , A speechless wrath , that rises and subsides In the white lip and tremor of the face . And as the evening darkens , lo ...
... night , of cloud by day . Even at this distance I can see the tides , Upheaving , break unheard , along its base , A speechless wrath , that rises and subsides In the white lip and tremor of the face . And as the evening darkens , lo ...
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... night , of cloud by day . Even at this distance I can see the tides , Upheaving , break unheard , along its base , A speechless wrath , that rises and subsides In the white lip and tremor of the face . And as the evening darkens , lo ...
... night , of cloud by day . Even at this distance I can see the tides , Upheaving , break unheard , along its base , A speechless wrath , that rises and subsides In the white lip and tremor of the face . And as the evening darkens , lo ...
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... night Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame , Shines on that inextinguishable light ! It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp The rocks and sea - sand with the kiss of peace ; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp , And hold ...
... night Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame , Shines on that inextinguishable light ! It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp The rocks and sea - sand with the kiss of peace ; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp , And hold ...
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... night yon pilot shall not sleep , Who trims his narrowed sail ; To - night yon frigate scarce shall keep Her broad breast to the gale ; And many a foresail , scooped and strained , Shall break from yard and stay , Before this smoky ...
... night yon pilot shall not sleep , Who trims his narrowed sail ; To - night yon frigate scarce shall keep Her broad breast to the gale ; And many a foresail , scooped and strained , Shall break from yard and stay , Before this smoky ...
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... night Shall never wake in day ! Oliver Wendell Holmes . 0 THE ATLANTIC CABLE . LONELY bay of Trinity , O dreary shores , give ear ! Lean down unto the white - lipped sea The voice of God to hear ! From world to world his couriers fly ...
... night Shall never wake in day ! Oliver Wendell Holmes . 0 THE ATLANTIC CABLE . LONELY bay of Trinity , O dreary shores , give ear ! Lean down unto the white - lipped sea The voice of God to hear ! From world to world his couriers fly ...
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Poems of Places: Oceana 1 V., England 4, Scotland 3 V, Iceland, Switzerland ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2009 |
Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Volume 3 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2016 |
Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2023 |
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ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa banks beauty behold bells beneath blast boughs bower breast breath bright Brignall Brixham brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Cawk chime clouds crune Cumnor Cumnor Hall dark dead dear deep distant doth dream Dupath earth fair on Carlisle flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Alford Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmur night o'er ocean once pensive proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stand stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth wind woods youth
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Page 200 - 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 115 - Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land. The Lady of Shalott?
Page 94 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 223 - I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — They are upon the road.
Page 10 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th
Page 225 - 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 7 - 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 233 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 119 - 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 8 - 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.