Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both Countries ...Whittaker & Company, 1853 - 472 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxvi
... dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . This little poem , for condensation , melody , and beauty , is a perfect gem . The works of Shelley , however , are full ...
... dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . This little poem , for condensation , melody , and beauty , is a perfect gem . The works of Shelley , however , are full ...
الصفحة 12
... dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside , howsoe'er defended , But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying , And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel , for her children crying , Will not be comforted ...
... dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside , howsoe'er defended , But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying , And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel , for her children crying , Will not be comforted ...
الصفحة 13
... dead . Day after day , we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year , her tender steps pursuing , Behold her grown more fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives ...
... dead . Day after day , we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year , her tender steps pursuing , Behold her grown more fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives ...
الصفحة 34
... 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 . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined ...
... 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 . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined ...
الصفحة 35
... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charms Cloudland clouds crown dear deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face Faerie Queene fair fancy feel flowers folding star gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover melody mind morn mournful murmur ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet Poetry praise pride RICHARD LOVELACE right hand path round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree twine unto vale voice wanton weep wild wind wings woes woods young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 12 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
الصفحة 361 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
الصفحة 220 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 62 - 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.
الصفحة 39 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
الصفحة 389 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
الصفحة 400 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
الصفحة 146 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 248 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 400 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.