Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendisimpensis Georgii Bell in vico dicto Fleet Street, 1850 - 328 من الصفحات |
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... MILTON . Δῖα Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ' ἀθερμάντου ρεύματος αὐταῖς θρόνον ἠλίβατον , λείρι ̓ ὑφαίνουσ ' ηλεκτροχόων χλιδαναῖσι κομῶν ἀγλαίαισιν πλέκος εὐανθές τῆς παρθενίας εἴ τι μέλει σοι , πότνια λίμνας ...
... MILTON . Δῖα Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ' ἀθερμάντου ρεύματος αὐταῖς θρόνον ἠλίβατον , λείρι ̓ ὑφαίνουσ ' ηλεκτροχόων χλιδαναῖσι κομῶν ἀγλαίαισιν πλέκος εὐανθές τῆς παρθενίας εἴ τι μέλει σοι , πότνια λίμνας ...
الصفحة xv
... Milton . An Epitaph • Barry Cornwall 8 Prometheus • Shelley 10 Pictorum Certamen ambiguum Platen 10 · Hektor's Abschied I saw Thee weep The Imitator • The Spirit of Love Idyl . Schiller 12 • Byron 14 Machler 14 • • Moore 16 • Tennyson ...
... Milton . An Epitaph • Barry Cornwall 8 Prometheus • Shelley 10 Pictorum Certamen ambiguum Platen 10 · Hektor's Abschied I saw Thee weep The Imitator • The Spirit of Love Idyl . Schiller 12 • Byron 14 Machler 14 • • Moore 16 • Tennyson ...
الصفحة xvi
... Milton Goethe Will Shakspeare Shakspeare Moore Byron Uhland Burns Gammer Gurton Shakspeare Uhland Tennyson . W. Müller Gray Melody Caledonia Enigma Moore Scott Voltaire Song of Comus Styrian Evensong Was ist das Herz ohne Liebe My Boat ...
... Milton Goethe Will Shakspeare Shakspeare Moore Byron Uhland Burns Gammer Gurton Shakspeare Uhland Tennyson . W. Müller Gray Melody Caledonia Enigma Moore Scott Voltaire Song of Comus Styrian Evensong Was ist das Herz ohne Liebe My Boat ...
الصفحة xvii
... Milton Winter Lines from the German Horatius Cocles Wanderer's Nachtlied The Solitary Poet • Inscription for a Lighthouse Richard - Elizabeth . The Mother's Stratagem Sonnet . The Exile's Return Enone The Rose Lamentation Auf das Alter ...
... Milton Winter Lines from the German Horatius Cocles Wanderer's Nachtlied The Solitary Poet • Inscription for a Lighthouse Richard - Elizabeth . The Mother's Stratagem Sonnet . The Exile's Return Enone The Rose Lamentation Auf das Alter ...
الصفحة xviii
... Milton 152 Goethe 152 . The Battle of Hohenlinden Campbell . 154 L'Usignuolo The Nightingale Auf den Selius Marion ... Milton 194 Milton 196 Lines in a Lady's Album Milton Schiller Tennyson . Wordsworth 196 198 198 . Wordsworth 200 . 178 ...
... Milton 152 Goethe 152 . The Battle of Hohenlinden Campbell . 154 L'Usignuolo The Nightingale Auf den Selius Marion ... Milton 194 Milton 196 Lines in a Lady's Album Milton Schiller Tennyson . Wordsworth 196 198 198 . Wordsworth 200 . 178 ...
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الصفحة 196 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
الصفحة 130 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
الصفحة 78 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 156 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
الصفحة 154 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
الصفحة 248 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
الصفحة 114 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
الصفحة 266 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
الصفحة 152 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
الصفحة 258 - For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.