The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... arm nor rest below ; But so swift they wained her through the light , " T was like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unnumbered groves below them grew ; They ...
... arm nor rest below ; But so swift they wained her through the light , " T was like the motion of sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unnumbered groves below them grew ; They ...
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... arms And dash around , with roar and rave , And vain are the woodland spirits ' charms ; They are the imps that rule the wave . Yet trust thee in thy single might : If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right , Thou shalt win the warlock ...
... arms And dash around , with roar and rave , And vain are the woodland spirits ' charms ; They are the imps that rule the wave . Yet trust thee in thy single might : If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right , Thou shalt win the warlock ...
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... He sprang on a rock , he breathed a prayer , Above his head his arms he threw , Then tossed a tiny curve in air , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves From the sea FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 41.
... He sprang on a rock , he breathed a prayer , Above his head his arms he threw , Then tossed a tiny curve in air , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves From the sea FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 41.
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... arms like the swallow's wing , And throws his feet with a frog - like fling ; His locks of gold on the waters shine , At his breast the tiny foam - bees rise , His back gleams bright above the brine , And the wake - line foam behind him ...
... arms like the swallow's wing , And throws his feet with a frog - like fling ; His locks of gold on the waters shine , At his breast the tiny foam - bees rise , His back gleams bright above the brine , And the wake - line foam behind him ...
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... arms are fleet , And with all his might he flings his feet , But the water - sprites are round him still , To cross his path and work him ill . They bade the wave before him rise ; They flung the sea - fire in his eyes ; And they ...
... arms are fleet , And with all his might he flings his feet , But the water - sprites are round him still , To cross his path and work him ill . They bade the wave before him rise ; They flung the sea - fire in his eyes ; And they ...
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation tree voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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Page 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 317 - 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...
Page 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
Page 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Page 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Page 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Page 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...