Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 29
الصفحة iii
... beauty , both moral and natural , in its manifold shapes , as it is shown to us in the universe , that the present collection has been made . The pieces chosen are , with very few exceptions , entire , because passages are always ...
... beauty , both moral and natural , in its manifold shapes , as it is shown to us in the universe , that the present collection has been made . The pieces chosen are , with very few exceptions , entire , because passages are always ...
الصفحة iv
... beauty where ours find none . We must not say , " The trees of the forest may be beautiful , but I first learned beauty from my stately poplars , and they must satisfy my children . " Nor should we reject the flora of a new world ...
... beauty where ours find none . We must not say , " The trees of the forest may be beautiful , but I first learned beauty from my stately poplars , and they must satisfy my children . " Nor should we reject the flora of a new world ...
الصفحة 11
... beauty , Who that's human would refuse it , When a little water does it ? THE BLIND BOY.- Colley Cibber . O SAY what is that thing called light , Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of thy sight ? O , tell your poor blind ...
... beauty , Who that's human would refuse it , When a little water does it ? THE BLIND BOY.- Colley Cibber . O SAY what is that thing called light , Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of thy sight ? O , tell your poor blind ...
الصفحة 31
... , That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair and very fair , Her beauty made me glad . 32 WE ARE SEVEN . " Sisters and brothers , WE ARE SEVEN . 31 Wordsworth.
... , That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair and very fair , Her beauty made me glad . 32 WE ARE SEVEN . " Sisters and brothers , WE ARE SEVEN . 31 Wordsworth.
الصفحة 41
... beauty's mould . The father left his little son , As plainly doth appear , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred pounds a year ; And to his little daughter Jane Five hundred pounds in gold . To be paid down on marriage ...
... beauty's mould . The father left his little son , As plainly doth appear , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred pounds a year ; And to his little daughter Jane Five hundred pounds in gold . To be paid down on marriage ...
المحتوى
1 | |
2 | |
6 | |
7 | |
13 | |
14 | |
28 | |
34 | |
174 | |
178 | |
184 | |
192 | |
196 | |
210 | |
215 | |
224 | |
40 | |
46 | |
53 | |
61 | |
68 | |
74 | |
78 | |
92 | |
93 | |
99 | |
100 | |
106 | |
108 | |
113 | |
119 | |
125 | |
132 | |
140 | |
146 | |
153 | |
157 | |
172 | |
230 | |
234 | |
235 | |
237 | |
243 | |
249 | |
257 | |
258 | |
270 | |
276 | |
286 | |
294 | |
305 | |
311 | |
342 | |
347 | |
348 | |
355 | |
366 | |
411 | |
417 | |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brother brow canst cheer child Crocodile dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king Lady Moon lady-bird land Leigh Hunt light live lonely look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 322 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
الصفحة 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
الصفحة 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
الصفحة 135 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
الصفحة 320 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
الصفحة 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
الصفحة 410 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
الصفحة 365 - 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 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
الصفحة 113 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.