A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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الصفحة 26
... grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , ev'n of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and ...
... grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , ev'n of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and ...
الصفحة 30
... grace ; And all the fields do wail their widow state , Sith death their fairest flower did late deface : The fairest flower in field that ever grew Was Astrophel ; that was we all may rue . " What cruel hand of cursed foe unknown Hath ...
... grace ; And all the fields do wail their widow state , Sith death their fairest flower did late deface : The fairest flower in field that ever grew Was Astrophel ; that was we all may rue . " What cruel hand of cursed foe unknown Hath ...
الصفحة 31
... grace , By sovereign choice from th ' heavenly quires select , And lineally deriv'd from angels ' race , O what is now of it become ? aread : Aye me ! can so divine a thing be dead : " Ah ! no : it is not dead , ne can it die , But ...
... grace , By sovereign choice from th ' heavenly quires select , And lineally deriv'd from angels ' race , O what is now of it become ? aread : Aye me ! can so divine a thing be dead : " Ah ! no : it is not dead , ne can it die , But ...
الصفحة 45
... grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well - chosen book or friend ; -This Man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet ...
... grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well - chosen book or friend ; -This Man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet ...
الصفحة 81
... grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask , and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream ...
... grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask , and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
الصفحة 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
الصفحة 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
الصفحة 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
الصفحة 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
الصفحة 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
الصفحة 37 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
الصفحة 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
الصفحة 201 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.