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الصفحة xviii
... Fathers and Mothers 2. The Dragon - fly ... ... ... 003 CCLXXXIV . - CHARLES LAMB , 1775-1834 . 1. Hester 2. Old familiar faces CCLXXXV . - CHARLES LLOYD , 1775-1839 . The First of May , 1795 CCLXXXVI . - DERMODY , 1775—1802 . On ...
... Fathers and Mothers 2. The Dragon - fly ... ... ... 003 CCLXXXIV . - CHARLES LAMB , 1775-1834 . 1. Hester 2. Old familiar faces CCLXXXV . - CHARLES LLOYD , 1775-1839 . The First of May , 1795 CCLXXXVI . - DERMODY , 1775—1802 . On ...
الصفحة xx
... Fathers 547 CCCXXVIII . - ROCKWELL , To the Ice - mountain CCCXXIX . THOMAS NOON TALFOURD , 1795-1854 . The Common Weal CCCXXX . - WILL . HOWITT , 1795-18 ** . A Sunny Noon CCCXXXI - MARY HOWITT , 179 * -18 ** . The Strawberry Girl's ...
... Fathers 547 CCCXXVIII . - ROCKWELL , To the Ice - mountain CCCXXIX . THOMAS NOON TALFOURD , 1795-1854 . The Common Weal CCCXXX . - WILL . HOWITT , 1795-18 ** . A Sunny Noon CCCXXXI - MARY HOWITT , 179 * -18 ** . The Strawberry Girl's ...
الصفحة xxix
... Father of English poetry . Warton , with great beauty and justice , has compared his appearance in our language to a premature day in an English spring , after which the gloom of winter returns , and the buds and blossoms which have ...
... Father of English poetry . Warton , with great beauty and justice , has compared his appearance in our language to a premature day in an English spring , after which the gloom of winter returns , and the buds and blossoms which have ...
الصفحة 10
... father was an auld man and ane hoar , And was of age four score years or more . And Mald , my mother , was four score and fifteen , And with my labour I did them baith sustene . We had ane meir that carryit salt and coal , And ever ilk ...
... father was an auld man and ane hoar , And was of age four score years or more . And Mald , my mother , was four score and fifteen , And with my labour I did them baith sustene . We had ane meir that carryit salt and coal , And ever ilk ...
الصفحة 11
... father was deid . And when the vicar tell how that my mother Was deid , fra hand , he took till him the other . Then Meg my wife , did mourn baith even and mor- Tiil at the last she deit for verie sorrow ; And when the vicar heard tell ...
... father was deid . And when the vicar tell how that my mother Was deid , fra hand , he took till him the other . Then Meg my wife , did mourn baith even and mor- Tiil at the last she deit for verie sorrow ; And when the vicar heard tell ...
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 135 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 531 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
الصفحة 163 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 39 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
الصفحة 85 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 50 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
الصفحة 124 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
الصفحة 120 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
الصفحة 483 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
الصفحة 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.