The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].James Burns, 1847 - 186 من الصفحات |
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... thy attention engage ; [ plied , In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And He hath not forgotten my age ... art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear ? Oh , where does faithful Gelert roam , The flower of all his race ? So ...
... thy attention engage ; [ plied , In the days of my youth I remember'd my God , And He hath not forgotten my age ... art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear ? Oh , where does faithful Gelert roam , The flower of all his race ? So ...
الصفحة 63
... art thou prodigal of smiles - Smiles sweeter than thy frowns are stern ; Earth sends from all her thousand isles A shout at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous ...
... art thou prodigal of smiles - Smiles sweeter than thy frowns are stern ; Earth sends from all her thousand isles A shout at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous ...
الصفحة 74
... Thou art a wanderer free ; Tell me if thou its place can'st find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply : " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds ...
... Thou art a wanderer free ; Tell me if thou its place can'st find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply : " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds ...
الصفحة 75
Book Bennett George Johns. THE SUNBEAM . THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall ; A joy thou art and a wealth to all ! A bearer of hope unto land and sea : Sunbeam , what gift has the world like thee ? Thou art walking the billows , and ...
Book Bennett George Johns. THE SUNBEAM . THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall ; A joy thou art and a wealth to all ! A bearer of hope unto land and sea : Sunbeam , what gift has the world like thee ? Thou art walking the billows , and ...
الصفحة 80
... ART thou of earth , thou vision fair , Can aught of this frail life be there ? Shar'st thou man's fearful destiny , - To hope , to dread , to sin , and die ? No ! frailty cannot dwell with thee ; Guile cannot taint thy purity . THE FLY ...
... ART thou of earth , thou vision fair , Can aught of this frail life be there ? Shar'st thou man's fearful destiny , - To hope , to dread , to sin , and die ? No ! frailty cannot dwell with thee ; Guile cannot taint thy purity . THE FLY ...
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ADAM AND EVE beauty behold beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead dear death deep doth dreadful E'en earth eyes fair falchion fear fire flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green grove hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord lowly Lycidas Mayenne morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd peace pomp praise pray rise round S. T. COLERIDGE secret share shade SHAKSPERE sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star stream swain sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee thine things thou art thou hast thought voice wandering wave weep wild wind woods YEAR'S DAY youth
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الصفحة 28 - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
الصفحة 51 - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
الصفحة 156 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
الصفحة 133 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
الصفحة 156 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
الصفحة 121 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
الصفحة 118 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 116 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
الصفحة 34 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
الصفحة 104 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.