Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 297 pages |
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Albatross ancient Mariner beautiful behold beneath bird black lips bliss Bracy breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm child Christabel cloud dance dark dead dear deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair Favorite Poems fear fled gazed gentle Geraldine glittering glowworm green groan harp hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill hour KUBLA KHAN lady lady's land of mist light listened living look loud maid maiden mastiff mighty mist moon mountain murmur Nature never night o'er pleasure pray quiet Rob Roy Roland de Vaux round sails SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ship sight silent sing Sir Leoline Sir Walter sleep song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stirred stood sweet swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice wandering weary Wedding-Guest ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood Yarrow youth
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Page 31 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 12 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 3 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 91 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 19 - But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven !" Twas throwing words away ; for still The little Maid would have her will. And said, " Nay, we are seven !" * And all the summer dry.— Edit.
Page 90 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Page 52 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 109 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Page 93 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 50 - The picture of the mind revives again ; While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.