College rhymes, contributed by members of the universities of Oxford and Cambridge |
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الصفحة 3
... Morn and eve , upon the shingle She is pacing to and fro ; Morn and eve , in sorrow single , She is toiling with her woe . VOL . X. B 2 Yet we saw him fall in fighting , Foremost in.
... Morn and eve , upon the shingle She is pacing to and fro ; Morn and eve , in sorrow single , She is toiling with her woe . VOL . X. B 2 Yet we saw him fall in fighting , Foremost in.
الصفحة 28
... let thee die at last . Grieve not , the end is fair , The morning roses blush again at eve , And death on many an aged brow doth leave No furrowed line of care . An Autumn Lesson . For , as thy natal day An Autumn Lesson. ...
... let thee die at last . Grieve not , the end is fair , The morning roses blush again at eve , And death on many an aged brow doth leave No furrowed line of care . An Autumn Lesson . For , as thy natal day An Autumn Lesson. ...
الصفحة 48
... morn . Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur , Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days , one summer noon , an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding ...
... morn . Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur , Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days , one summer noon , an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding ...
الصفحة 53
... dead rest with the dead ! I only hear the howling wind , The driving pelting showers , Rush by , beneath an angry sky , My lone deserted towers ! TRINITY COLL . , OXFORD . C. T. B A Morning bought . BUT who the melodies of.
... dead rest with the dead ! I only hear the howling wind , The driving pelting showers , Rush by , beneath an angry sky , My lone deserted towers ! TRINITY COLL . , OXFORD . C. T. B A Morning bought . BUT who the melodies of.
الصفحة 53
B A Morning bought . BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The hissing urn , the bacon's fragrant smell- The recommencing labours , few or many- The pleasant feeling when one hasn't any-- The scent of roses wafted through the window ...
B A Morning bought . BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The hissing urn , the bacon's fragrant smell- The recommencing labours , few or many- The pleasant feeling when one hasn't any-- The scent of roses wafted through the window ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Admetus Alceste Autumn beauty birds blue bosom boundless breath bright brow CAMBRIDGE charm cheek cold COLLEGE RHYMES crake dark dead dear death doth dream droop earth echo evermore Excalibur EXETER COLL EXETER COLLEGE eyes face fair Farewell flowers gaze GEORGIC gleaming Godstow golden gone grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hour juvenes King Arthur kiss leaves light linger lips lonely love's mihi morn murmuring Narcissus ne'er neath night o'er past Pussy cat Quæ quam Quid quum ring rose rosebud shadows shore sigh Sing sorrow Sir Bedivere smile soft song Sorrow and woe soul spring stilly eve summer sweet Sweeter tamen tears thee thine thou art thought Thrice tibi Tithonus tree Tuque twas virum wave weary ween whisper wild Wild Huntsman wind withered woman woods words ἄρ γὰρ δὲ καὶ μὲν τὸ
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 170 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.
الصفحة 160 - Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
الصفحة 48 - The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds. Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, — Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm...
الصفحة 36 - Such grace hath crowned thy prayer, Laodamia ! that at Jove's command Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air: He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space; Accept the gift, behold him face to face!
الصفحة 46 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean...
الصفحة 158 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
الصفحة 48 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
الصفحة 158 - The lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly...
الصفحة 46 - On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: ' The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record.
الصفحة 154 - The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes : I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world...