A selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families, العدد 9121873 |
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الصفحة 2
... sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward springing , blithe to greet The purpling east . Cauld blew the bitter - biting north Upon thy early 2 A SELECTION OF.
... sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward springing , blithe to greet The purpling east . Cauld blew the bitter - biting north Upon thy early 2 A SELECTION OF.
الصفحة 9
... But thou can'st read it there . Thy Providence my life sustain'd , And all my wants redrest , When in the silent womb I lay , And hung upon the breast . To all my weak complaints and cries , Thy mercy ENGLISH POETRY .
... But thou can'st read it there . Thy Providence my life sustain'd , And all my wants redrest , When in the silent womb I lay , And hung upon the breast . To all my weak complaints and cries , Thy mercy ENGLISH POETRY .
الصفحة 19
... breast , On a blood - red field of Spain . And one , o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fanned ; She faded ' midst Italian flowers , The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who played Beneath the ...
... breast , On a blood - red field of Spain . And one , o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fanned ; She faded ' midst Italian flowers , The last of that bright band . And parted thus they rest , who played Beneath the ...
الصفحة 30
... breast , and a stone at my head , Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead . ' Tis a sight to engage me if anything can , To muse on the perishing pleasures of man ; Though his life be a dream , his enjoyments I see Have a being ...
... breast , and a stone at my head , Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead . ' Tis a sight to engage me if anything can , To muse on the perishing pleasures of man ; Though his life be a dream , his enjoyments I see Have a being ...
الصفحة 41
... No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And ENGLISH POETRY . 41.
... No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And ENGLISH POETRY . 41.
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Albrecht Dürer angel beauty beneath bless blest breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brutus busy bee Cæsar calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dead dear death deep dread earth eyes fair fear flowers gaze Gilpin gleam glory gold golden grace grave Greece green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hour humble J. H. NEWMAN John Gilpin LADY G land light living Lochiel lonely Lord maze of fate Merry England midst morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er pain plain praise prayer pride rest rise round rude shade shine shore sigh silent Skiddaw skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stream sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 112 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
الصفحة 240 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
الصفحة 60 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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 170 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
الصفحة 36 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
الصفحة 117 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
الصفحة 123 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 5 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 5 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 136 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.