Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, المجلد 3George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 68
الصفحة 2
... thought the growing fire Must take my rest away . 3 Your charms in harmless childhood lay , Like metals in the mine , Age from no face took more away , Than youth concealed in thine . 4 But as your charms insensibly To their perfection ...
... thought the growing fire Must take my rest away . 3 Your charms in harmless childhood lay , Like metals in the mine , Age from no face took more away , Than youth concealed in thine . 4 But as your charms insensibly To their perfection ...
الصفحة 3
... thoughts repose . 2 They are becalmed in clearest days , And in rough weather tossed ; They wither under cold delays , Or are in tempests lost . 3 One while they seem to touch the port , Then straight into the main Some angry wind , in ...
... thoughts repose . 2 They are becalmed in clearest days , And in rough weather tossed ; They wither under cold delays , Or are in tempests lost . 3 One while they seem to touch the port , Then straight into the main Some angry wind , in ...
الصفحة 6
... thoughts so tender , and expressed so well ; With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteemed for learning and for eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I'd always take my morning exercise ; For sure no minutes ...
... thoughts so tender , and expressed so well ; With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteemed for learning and for eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I'd always take my morning exercise ; For sure no minutes ...
الصفحة 16
... thoughts My anxious mind ; or sometimes mournful verse Indite , and sing of groves and myrtle shades , Or desperate lady near a purling stream , Or lover pendent on a willow - tree . Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought , And ...
... thoughts My anxious mind ; or sometimes mournful verse Indite , and sing of groves and myrtle shades , Or desperate lady near a purling stream , Or lover pendent on a willow - tree . Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought , And ...
الصفحة 22
... thought him just what thought King Achish ; No mortal read his Solomon But judged Reboam his own son ; Moses he served as Moses Pharaoh , And Deborah as she Sisera ; Made Jeremy full sore to cry , And Job himself curse God and die ...
... thought him just what thought King Achish ; No mortal read his Solomon But judged Reboam his own son ; Moses he served as Moses Pharaoh , And Deborah as she Sisera ; Made Jeremy full sore to cry , And Job himself curse God and die ...
المحتوى
201 | |
213 | |
219 | |
227 | |
233 | |
242 | |
254 | |
261 | |
101 | |
107 | |
113 | |
122 | |
128 | |
134 | |
143 | |
151 | |
162 | |
171 | |
175 | |
187 | |
279 | |
286 | |
297 | |
304 | |
310 | |
323 | |
329 | |
333 | |
336 | |
340 | |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Allan Ramsay arms BALCLUTHA bard beauty became Behold beneath blessed blest bloom bonny born Braes of Yarrow breast breath Brentford busk Canynge charms clouds Cumnor dear death delight died divine Dr Johnson e'er eyes fair fame father fear Fingal flame flowers frae genius glorious grace green grove hear heart heaven hills Invermay JAMES MACPHERSON JANE ELLIOT Jenny king Kingussie light live Lochaber Lord Macpherson maid married maun mild ale mind Monody moon mournful Muse nature's ne'er never night o'er Ossian peace poems poet poetical poetry Pope praise rise rose round scene scorn shade sigh sing Sir Charles smile soft song soul spirit spring Stephen Duck sweet Swift tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought tongue Twas verse virtue voice waves weep wife wind wrote Yarrow youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 297 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
الصفحة 146 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
الصفحة 146 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
الصفحة 145 - WEEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: But weep sore for him that goeth away : For he shall return no more, Nor see his native country.
الصفحة 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
الصفحة 120 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
الصفحة 305 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
الصفحة 53 - Brutes find out where their talents lie : A bear will not attempt to fly ; A founder'd horse will oft debate, Before he tries a five-barr'd gate; A dog by instinct turns aside, Who sees the ditch too deep and wide.
الصفحة 305 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear: Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
الصفحة 97 - Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.