The gift book of English poetry1848 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 56
الصفحة 5
... live amis . The lady , when she saw her champion fall , Like the old ruines of a broken towre , Staid not to waile his woefull funerall ; But from him fled away with all her powre : Who after her as hastily gan scowre , Bidding the ...
... live amis . The lady , when she saw her champion fall , Like the old ruines of a broken towre , Staid not to waile his woefull funerall ; But from him fled away with all her powre : Who after her as hastily gan scowre , Bidding the ...
الصفحة 15
... Live . 66 Besides , We have the Ocean , to prepare " Some other Place , if This should not relieve : " So shall you Tire his Force , consume his Strength , " And weary all his followers out at length . C " Nor trust this Subtle Agent ...
... Live . 66 Besides , We have the Ocean , to prepare " Some other Place , if This should not relieve : " So shall you Tire his Force , consume his Strength , " And weary all his followers out at length . C " Nor trust this Subtle Agent ...
الصفحة 28
... live apart a private Wight : The Vanity of Greatness he had try'd , And how unsurely stands the Foot of Pride . This brought to pass , the Lords return with Speed , The Parli'ment hereof to certify ; Where they at large publish'd the ...
... live apart a private Wight : The Vanity of Greatness he had try'd , And how unsurely stands the Foot of Pride . This brought to pass , the Lords return with Speed , The Parli'ment hereof to certify ; Where they at large publish'd the ...
الصفحة 32
... live ; " Thou , to whose share so little bread did fall , " In the miraculous year when manna rain'd on all . " Thus spake the Muse , and spake it with a smile , That seem'd at once to pity and revile . And to her thus , raising his ...
... live ; " Thou , to whose share so little bread did fall , " In the miraculous year when manna rain'd on all . " Thus spake the Muse , and spake it with a smile , That seem'd at once to pity and revile . And to her thus , raising his ...
الصفحة 33
... live is fair , " The fertile soil will a full harvest bear : 64 Thine , thine is all the barrenness ; if thou " Mak'st me sit still and sing , when I should plough . " When I but think how many a tedious year " Our patient sovereign did ...
... live is fair , " The fertile soil will a full harvest bear : 64 Thine , thine is all the barrenness ; if thou " Mak'st me sit still and sing , when I should plough . " When I but think how many a tedious year " Our patient sovereign did ...
المحتوى
242 | |
249 | |
257 | |
264 | |
276 | |
287 | |
293 | |
342 | |
131 | |
141 | |
144 | |
150 | |
161 | |
188 | |
203 | |
212 | |
220 | |
233 | |
354 | |
368 | |
374 | |
381 | |
390 | |
402 | |
409 | |
419 | |
426 | |
432 | |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
الصفحة 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
الصفحة 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
الصفحة 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
الصفحة 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
الصفحة 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
الصفحة 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...