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ancient arms bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom bowers brave breast breath bright brow Cader Idris castle Celyddon charm clouds crowned dark dead death deep doth dread dream dwelling eyes fair fame Felicia Hemans flowers Gêlert gloom glory grace grave gray green Grongar Hill groves hand harp hath heard heart heaven height hill holy horn king King Arthur lady land light live Llannon lonely look loud mead Michael Drayton mighty mountain murmur Muse night o'er oaks Owain peace prince proud queene river RIVER CLWYD roar Robert Southey rocks round Saxon scene shade shore sigh silent smile Snowdon's song soul sound stood stream sweet Taliesin tears thee thine Thomas Warton thou art thoughts tower trees Ulpha unto Urien vale Wales WARKWORTH Hermitage warriors waves Wellesbourne wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth wind Windsor woods Wytham youth
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Halaman 173 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Halaman 255 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Halaman 56 - There was a Boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! — many a time At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills...
Halaman 108 - Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Halaman 199 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Halaman 108 - For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh, then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Halaman 198 - King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Halaman 197 - Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array: Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance; 'To arms!
Halaman 94 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park ; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, sea 354 Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
Halaman 223 - Silent nymph, with curious eye! Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...