Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets
ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
لم نعثر على أي مراجعات في الأماكن المعتادة.
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ANON beauty bells bless bloom blow breast breath breeze bright brow charm chimes close clouds cold comes dark dead deep distant dreams dust earth England faded fall fears feel field flowers friends give glad glory glow grave green grief grow hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Hope kind knew land leaves life's light live look Lord loud merry mind morn native Nature ne'er never night o'er pain past peace play pleasure prayer rest rise round scene shade sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stormy stream summer sunshine sweet tears tell tempests thee thou thoughts thousand tree vale voice wall wave weary wide wild winds woods young youth
الصفحة 78 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
الصفحة 23 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
الصفحة 82 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
الصفحة 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
الصفحة 46 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 46 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
الصفحة 53 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
الصفحة 22 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 64 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
الصفحة 82 - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...