Lyrical, narrative and devotional poemsGeorge Alexander Kohut S. Bacharach, 1913 Paged continuously. CONTENTS.- v.1. Lyrical, narrative and devotional poems.- v.2. Selections from the drama. |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 100
الصفحة viii
... spirit of Hebrew tra- dition dominate English poetry . While there exist collections of a somewhat similar character , comprising sacred and devotional verse , no single volume contains such a range and variety of material as has been ...
... spirit of Hebrew tra- dition dominate English poetry . While there exist collections of a somewhat similar character , comprising sacred and devotional verse , no single volume contains such a range and variety of material as has been ...
الصفحة xvi
... spirit , but not their religions nor their ethics , for the all - conquering Holy Writ is the foundation upon which have been builded all the better parts of the creeds of Christian and Saracen . Poetry in every age gives expression to ...
... spirit , but not their religions nor their ethics , for the all - conquering Holy Writ is the foundation upon which have been builded all the better parts of the creeds of Christian and Saracen . Poetry in every age gives expression to ...
الصفحة 10
... SPIRIT of beauty ! who dost sit , at eve , With the lone watcher , on the silent hill , To trace the valleys of the stars , -or weave Wild stories from the sighing of the rill ! - Spirit of beauty ! on thy viewless wings , That bringest ...
... SPIRIT of beauty ! who dost sit , at eve , With the lone watcher , on the silent hill , To trace the valleys of the stars , -or weave Wild stories from the sighing of the rill ! - Spirit of beauty ! on thy viewless wings , That bringest ...
الصفحة 11
... Spirit of beauty ! from thine eastern land , Where rose the crescent o'er thy coun- try's grave , Have thy bright footsteps found an- other strand , Where genius watches o'er another wave , And spirits of the tameless and the free Are ...
... Spirit of beauty ! from thine eastern land , Where rose the crescent o'er thy coun- try's grave , Have thy bright footsteps found an- other strand , Where genius watches o'er another wave , And spirits of the tameless and the free Are ...
الصفحة 12
... spirit given , Waft seraph - music from the lyres of heaven ; While , deep within its placid waters , lie Unfading visions of a cloudless sky ! JOHN KEBBLE HERVEY . THE DEPARTURE FROM PARADISE . ( From " Paradise Lost 12 EVE AT THE ...
... spirit given , Waft seraph - music from the lyres of heaven ; While , deep within its placid waters , lie Unfading visions of a cloudless sky ! JOHN KEBBLE HERVEY . THE DEPARTURE FROM PARADISE . ( From " Paradise Lost 12 EVE AT THE ...
المحتوى
323 | |
324 | |
325 | |
326 | |
327 | |
328 | |
329 | |
330 | |
64 | |
66 | |
74 | |
80 | |
96 | |
100 | |
102 | |
108 | |
110 | |
116 | |
122 | |
129 | |
135 | |
141 | |
153 | |
159 | |
161 | |
163 | |
164 | |
165 | |
177 | |
184 | |
192 | |
198 | |
205 | |
211 | |
217 | |
218 | |
229 | |
236 | |
246 | |
248 | |
252 | |
258 | |
264 | |
270 | |
291 | |
292 | |
293 | |
294 | |
295 | |
296 | |
297 | |
298 | |
299 | |
300 | |
301 | |
302 | |
303 | |
304 | |
305 | |
306 | |
307 | |
308 | |
309 | |
310 | |
311 | |
312 | |
313 | |
314 | |
315 | |
316 | |
317 | |
318 | |
319 | |
320 | |
321 | |
322 | |
331 | |
332 | |
335 | |
336 | |
337 | |
338 | |
339 | |
340 | |
341 | |
342 | |
343 | |
344 | |
345 | |
349 | |
350 | |
351 | |
352 | |
353 | |
354 | |
355 | |
360 | |
361 | |
362 | |
368 | |
372 | |
374 | |
383 | |
392 | |
398 | |
401 | |
404 | |
416 | |
417 | |
423 | |
424 | |
432 | |
437 | |
438 | |
444 | |
457 | |
472 | |
484 | |
491 | |
498 | |
504 | |
511 | |
531 | |
537 | |
539 | |
544 | |
550 | |
557 | |
565 | |
581 | |
587 | |
599 | |
605 | |
613 | |
619 | |
624 | |
625 | |
630 | |
636 | |
643 | |
649 | |
655 | |
677 | |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angels arms Babylon beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blessed blood breast breath bright brow child cloud cried dark daughter David dead death deep doth dread dwell E'en earth Edom Egypt eyes face fair father fear feet FELICIA HEMANS fell flame foes gate GEORGE WITHER glory God's gold hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy host ISAAC WATTS Israel Jehovah Jerusalem JOHN MILTON Judah King King Solomon land light lips live look Lord LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY mercy mighty Moab Moses mountains mourn NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS night o'er peace Philistine praise prayer pride princes PSALM RICHARD WILTON Rizpah rock rose round Saul Shema Yisrael sing sleep smile song soul spake stars stood strength strong sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast throne thy name trembling unto voice weep wild word wrath Zion
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 261 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
الصفحة 115 - I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
الصفحة 143 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
الصفحة 563 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
الصفحة 8 - At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
الصفحة 562 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
الصفحة 261 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
الصفحة 13 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
الصفحة 153 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
الصفحة 71 - Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell : To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.