The British Poets, المجلد 4Little, Brown & Company, 1855 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 34
الصفحة 87
... give All that I am to be as thou now art , But I am chained to Time , and cannot thence depart ! XXVII . " O gentle child , beautiful as thou wert , Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon , and with weak hands though ...
... give All that I am to be as thou now art , But I am chained to Time , and cannot thence depart ! XXVII . " O gentle child , beautiful as thou wert , Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon , and with weak hands though ...
الصفحة 126
... Give care to the winds , they can bear it well About yon poplar tops ; and see ! The white clouds are driving merrily , And the stars we miss this morn will light More willingly our return to - night . List , my dear fellow , the breeze ...
... Give care to the winds , they can bear it well About yon poplar tops ; and see ! The white clouds are driving merrily , And the stars we miss this morn will light More willingly our return to - night . List , my dear fellow , the breeze ...
الصفحة 139
... to profane it , One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother , And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another . I can give not what men call love , But ΤΟ 139.
... to profane it , One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother , And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another . I can give not what men call love , But ΤΟ 139.
الصفحة 140
I can give not what men call love , But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not , - The desire of the moth for the star , Of the night for the morrow , The devotion to something afar From the ...
I can give not what men call love , But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not , - The desire of the moth for the star , Of the night for the morrow , The devotion to something afar From the ...
الصفحة 172
... Give place , give place ! You torch - bearers , advance to the great gate , And then attend the Marshal of the Masque Into the Royal presence . FIFTH SPEAKER ( a law - student . ) What thinkest thou Of this quaint show of ours , my aged ...
... Give place , give place ! You torch - bearers , advance to the great gate , And then attend the Marshal of the Masque Into the Royal presence . FIFTH SPEAKER ( a law - student . ) What thinkest thou Of this quaint show of ours , my aged ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beast beautiful beneath billows boat breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint FAUST fear feet fire flame transformed fled flowers folded palm gentle glorious glory golden gray green heart Heaven Hermes hope immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light limbs living melody MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain move never night o'er ocean Onchestus pale Pisa pleasure poem rocks round sailed Satyr SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne ULYSSES veil voice wake wandering waves weep whence Whilst wild wind wings Witch
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 225 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 140 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
الصفحة 98 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
الصفحة 94 - He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird: He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
الصفحة 101 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
الصفحة 95 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. "Thou art become as one of us...
الصفحة 133 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
الصفحة 57 - To cold oblivion ; though it is in the code Of modern morals, and the beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, . The dreariest and the longest journey go. True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
الصفحة 79 - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VL But now thy youngest, dearest one has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true-love tears instead of dew.
الصفحة 81 - Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies A tear some Dream has loosened from his brain." Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise! She knew not 'twas her own; as with no stain She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.