The frequented village, and other poems |
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The Frequented Village, and Other Poems <span dir=ltr>William Leslie Fletcher</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
The Frequented Village, and Other Poems <span dir=ltr>William Leslie Fletcher</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
beauty Beneath blood bosom breast breath bright brow charms claim cold cried dare dark dead death deep doth dream Dublin early earth fair fall father fear feel flower friends give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope hour king knew laid land late leave light lines live look meet mighty mind Miss morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er once pain passed peace play pride prince proud reach receive rest rich rose round scarce seek seemed seen side sigh Slander sleep smile song soul spirits stand stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought thro truth turn verse village Wicklow wild wish young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...